Selective OCD

So I just got done watching The Aviator.

Hughes is an interesting person. Sure, I resent the guy for permanently screwing up Vegas, but other than that he was pretty cool.

But I do know this - give me his money and I'd make him appear more publicity-hungry than Michael Alig.

My point is this - I'm not typically a germaphobe. I'm perfectly aware of the filth we carry around on our hands and in our mouths but it normally doesn't freak me out. I do my best not to cross-contaminate the scrubbies I use to clean my dinner plates and the counter. But I don't even want to think about the scrubby used for the toilet.

However, after watching this movie, I couldn't help but wonder about the petri dish that is my house.

I even spent a good amount of time cleaning yesterday afternoon and evening. Heck, I even detached the faucet stop so I could scrub inside the drains.

But after the movie, I had to reclean most of what I did yesterday. Especially the counter. I must've cleaned that thing five times in the past three hours. And then washed my hands and the insides of my fingernails after each cleaning.

Our sheets were washed last week. No way am I sleeping until they're washed again.

I'm good. But if I don't shake your hand next time I see you, then we've got problems.