Screw This. I'm Going to Starbucks.

A snapshot of someone living with OCD. 

To you, a creepy pile of half-opened tea bags.

To me, a ten minute quest to fine the "right" one.

Now.  Is this enough to make you retreat slowly in the opposite direction?

I hope not.  Because after all, this is A Sweet Dose of Truth.

 

And I'm just getting started.

Now someone bring me a freakin Starbucks, before I die of thirst.