I keep doing this thing where I wonder why I stay up so late when I have an early play rehearsal tomorrow.
I think I'm obsessive-compulsive, in a completely unrelated thread of thought. I notice this every time I go up the stairs in my house. There are thirteen stairs, and I take them two at a time... but I count them "two, four, six, eight, ten, twelve, thirteen". The twisted thing about this is that I've been doing it for quite a few months, and only a week or so ago did I realize that thirteen shouldn't come next. But something in my head won't let me count fourteen, because there aren't fourteen stairs. So I continue on my "two, four, six, eight, ten, twelve, thirteen" kick.