Today I tripped and fell on my way from the freezer where I keep my brownies; the brownie somehow dislodged from my hand and sailed across the living room, landing well out of reach. Immediately I began rebuking satan, and then set out to retreive the brownie and get back to my movie marathon.
But then, after I sat back down and fired up the DVD player I started feeling a strange presence in my mind. At first I thought it just might be that I ate too much brownie, but then I realized that I was actually hearing the audible sounds of potatoe chips calling me. Could this just be sugar overload / need salty cure? I felt so controlled by the tsunami of thoughts telling me devour salty potatoe chips that when interupted by the nasty sound of the phone ringing--not of my own might and power, this I now realize--I lunged from my easy chair and sprang 4 feet across the room to grab the stupid phone. Irritated and feeling completely overtaken by the potatoe chip voices I spat "WHAT!" into the receiver. After apologizing to my employer for the rude outburst I went for a walk to calm down, grab a beer from the liquor store, and regoup.
Do you think maybe I need to have my house blessed?
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