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kjpepperI swear, sometimes I consider going on the Fatkins diet for the sole reason of never again having to encounter quarter sized fuzzy green spots on the loaf of bread that I'm ALREADY TOUCHING.
Yet another reason to fucking hate summer. Fabulous environment for mold. I realize this is a pretty fecking weird phobiaesque thing to have, and to my credit, I'm getting much better at dealing with it (I only drop the offending substance and leap back about six feet or so rather than having to leave the room entirely.) But not at 3 in the morning when I'm half asleep and haven't really eaten anything in twelve hours. Now I'm wide awake (cause I'm going to have dreams about flesh eating mold if I go to sleep right now) and have no appetite, just a wonderous sense of utter nausea.
Thank the gods I don't have to be at work at 9 am.
Yet another reason to fucking hate summer. Fabulous environment for mold. I realize this is a pretty fecking weird phobiaesque thing to have, and to my credit, I'm getting much better at dealing with it (I only drop the offending substance and leap back about six feet or so rather than having to leave the room entirely.) But not at 3 in the morning when I'm half asleep and haven't really eaten anything in twelve hours. Now I'm wide awake (cause I'm going to have dreams about flesh eating mold if I go to sleep right now) and have no appetite, just a wonderous sense of utter nausea.
Thank the gods I don't have to be at work at 9 am.
