It is because I do not necessarily care whether or not my door is locked that I was having such a particularly hard time noting the memory of the action. But I've recently discovered that in my new apartment, if my door is not locked via the deadbolt, it has a tendency to wander open. More importantly, if my door happens to open itself in my absence, I have a pair of neighborhood cats that are wont to sleep on my love seat.
Hence. The need to lock my doors. In case you missed out on yesterday's spiral of insanity, it unfolded thusly:
- Having an obsessive thought-spiral as to whether or not I locked my door. Is it worth driving home on my lunch break for the peace of mind? 11:38 AM August 11, 2008
- Thought-spiral re: potentially unlocked front door continues. Must forgo lunch to drive home and check. I'll have Crazy for lunch. 12:31 PM August 11, 2008
- Door was locked. I'm fired, and now I'm eating CrazyShame for lunch. about 24 hours ago
- Back at work after lunch: SHIT. Did I lock the door? Do not have clear memory of locking door. Double fuckus. about 23 hours ago