I have these "rituals" I have to do before going to bed at night. OCD.

Lock the door, it's not. Shit, let me lock it, again, and again. What about the windows? Check if the stove is on, cool, it's not. Let me check again by tapping each filament about four times each to see if they're cold. Wait, I touched one of them an extra time. Let's start over. Cool, they are cold.

Make sure the fridge is closed. It is, let me press it shut about four to ten times. Never six though, six is a bad number.

Stare at the Carbon Monoxide alarm to see if the green functioning light blinks. After standing here for several seconds, it blinked, sweet.

Alright time for bed. Shit, did I check the stove? I did. But let me do it again. Don't want the place to catch fire. What about the oven? Fuck, gotta check the oven. Touch the filament about four to ten times each. The CO alarm? The fridge? Oh my gosh I forgot about the sink! Make sure the sink isn't on.

Can't forget about the windows and doors.

Alright back to bed. I wonder what this sudden, dull pain I have in my abdomen? I mean, this is the first time it's happened. Can't be too serious. But Maybe it's cancer? Maybe I have cancer and I'm going to either die or run my family into a hole of debt because of treatment. Better Google liver cancer. Gastrointestinal cancer. What are the symptoms?

Shit I don't know if I had these or not. The pain is gone but I may still have it. Shit.

Okay maybe not. But maybe I do.

Wait, that cut I got on my hand earlier from those scissors? Better go to the bathroom and disinfect it. Don't want to get a blood vessel infection. I got to check for those red streaks of death on my arm too. Alright rubbing alcohol first. Then rinse, then hydrogen peroxide, then rinse again. Maybe a little more rubbing alcohol. Okay rinse and go to bed.

But I have to check everything again. I have to. Otherwise I can't sleep.