Psychotic episodes taste like sugar cookies
It turns out that not having to shave my legs regularly isn’t the only benefit of being in a long-distance relationship. Aside from the happiness and crap.
This just arrived in the mail:
In addition to making me swoon, sweet gestures like this one serve a purpose: they prove that I haven’t hallucinated my girlfriend Lindsay. Because believe me, after being apart from each other for several weeks, I start to wonder whether I’m simply in the midst of some sort of massive mental meltdown that has manifested itself in delusions of non-cat companionship. I totally wouldn’t put it past me.
Upon receiving the confections, I felt reassured of my grip on reality. Lindsay is real. Not Israel, though. She’s from Canada.
Then I read the card:
Huh. The card is signed with hugs and kisses from … me?
I sent myself … sugar cookies?
Now that’s crazy.
I always just assumed my first psychotic episode would involve chocolate, more specifically Kit Kats. Not sure why.