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.