Mostly crazy

Maybe I'm a little more than mostly crazy, but knowing this I still find myself doing the most crazy shit. For example I noticed when I got home from work last night that there was a spider in the corner by where I hang my coats. Now not only could I not hang up the coat I was putting away, but I had to move all the coats off the hooks and put them on the opposite side of the room. I also move all my boots that were there because I can not have the spiders crawling in my shoes. It freaks me out. Then on top of that every time I walk into the kitchen I would have to put the hood up from my hoodie because I'm afraid that it will fall in my hair. That is the whole problem I could kill the spider because I could reach it. I didn't have a chair to stand on so that wasn't going to help. Of course I'm all out of the spray I normal use to kill spiders. And I can't use a broom because again I'm afraid that it will fall in my hair.
Really I was just waiting for my boyfriend to come over and kill it, but he didn't come over. The shit part of that is that it was gone when I got up in the morning. Now maybe a less crazy person would be excited that it was gone. Me not so much. Why, because where the hell did it go. At least when it was in the corner I knew where it was. Now I don't. So I look in the corners all the damn time I walk by hope that I will find it so that it could be killed, but I can't find it. A less crazy person would be ok with the knowledge that the spider is less than a fraction of the size of a human being. I on the other hand my crazy ass is still sitting on the couch hoping the spider didn't crawl this far.