As you know, I take a plethora of pills for my OCD, a veritable cornucopia if you will, and some make me sleep like the dead at night.
But apparently last night, at some point, while still sleeping like the dead, I sat up and wrote one single word on my hand:
Why? Why did I write this? I have no idea. I do not know what I was thinking, what was going through my head, but I do know that when I write things on my hand at night, it's because I have just had a genius idea that must not be forgotten come morning time.
But I forgot it.
And it couldn't have been the idea to write the previous post re clean but cluttered, because I actually wrote that one days ago but didn't publish it until now.