Weird day...

[silversolitaire]

I had my hair cut. Looks nice, IMO... but the hairdresser said that my hair loss was worrying her and that it was definitely more than usual. That made me feel very bad. I now fear that something might be wrong with me. I must have whined for two hours at Tom. I began to get really panicky. I thought, what if I have some strange disease? Something really bad? Maybe cancer??? Then I began to think that cancer might be in our family even. So many relatives have died of cancer. I fear to get it too... I mean, I can't possibly get enough check-ups to be completely sure... *sniffs*

And of course, as always, my dad doesn't take me seriously at all. I told him about my concern and he shrugged it off, saying that the hairdresser probably only wanted to sell my some special products... T_T. He never takes me seriously, no wonder I'm a hypochondriac...

And then I wanted to have a nice cookie, only to notice that there was a spider in the box. Ew... I can't eat the cookies anymore. What if it laid eggs on my cookies?

And I have some weird sandy coating on my hands. Every time I lick something off I hear the grind of sand on my teeth. WTF? I can't wash them enough, there's still this sand! Bleargh.

And I realize I'm using to many "and"s... yup...

Food now.