My particular brand of OCD is such that I basically refuse to believe that dishes could possibly be clean if I myself have not cleaned them. Because of this conviction, I end up doing a lot of dishes at home and at work.
There was a brand new scrubby brush by the sink at work today.
As it does every time we get a new brush, this was really, really exciting.
As it does every time we get a new brush, this was then really depressing.
Because I get really excited when there's a new brush...which is obviously upsetting.
It is an odd blend of emotions.
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