how to conquer a phobia
I woke up about 30 minutes ago and went into the bathroom, where I stepped on something that normally wouldn’t have been there in front of the cabinets. I pulled my foot away. It was a little stick. I bent down and looked at the stick. Actually, it was a little millipede. I picked it up with a piece of toilet paper, cast it into the toilet bowl, and moved on with my day.
When I’m really tired, bugs don’t make me scream. I don’t even worry about them crawling up from the toilet and walking on my butt while I pee.
When I’m really tired from driving the six hours to Austin and back to get my kids from their visitation with their dad and when I’m tired from getting a speeding ticket and a smoking transmission while I’m at it, bugs just don’t really bother me anymore.
