My OCD jumped in the driver’s seat yesterday and took me for a joyride.
Thankfully the road was relatively smooth, bump-free for the most part. No puking out the window required.
I did not want to go for a ride, particularly with a stupid hiccup of brain chemistry at the wheel.
Fortunately, I got my work done before the hijacking… The fact that sentence just came out of my mouth is utterly ridiculous. Good grief.