Hey, hey, hey, time to put you middle to the test now.

Oh, baa, baa, baa,

hey, don't you know you're messing with the best now.

Uh-huh, uh-huh. There is a sticky pressure on the desk.

Exactly.

There is a sticky pressure on the desk.

Exactly. on the desk. There was a sticky patch on the desk exactly where my wrist goes when I have the mouse.

Oh, no.

Now I...

It wasn't come. Now, before we go anywhere, any further, it isn't come. Not because I'm embarrassed

about the idea of coming at my desk or even on it, but I would be mortified at the suggestion that I wouldn't mop that shit up.

Well, is this a situation where like you know what it is or do you just know what it isn't because like I my first

question was going to be is this an identified or an unidentified sticky patch?

Uh my guess from all the monster cans strewn about the house because we don't have ADHD in this house

That it is that I would, that it is that, I would guess, but it is so perfectly positioned because, you know, among them, the other abbreviations that are wrong with my head, have the old OCD and the old

autism as well. So that is driving me up the

fucking wall.

Yeah. Yeah, I shouldn't have said what's wrong with me yet.

There's nothing wrong.

There's no stigma, but there is sticky.

Look, there's no stigma, but also as someone with many things going on in my head, you know,

I get it.

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