I think that I finally completely lost it. For the last few days I have had the strongest urge to eat paper. Paper, you say. Weird! It gets worse. I was at the tyre shop. All those rubber tyres. It was the best smell ever. I wanted to stand there and just breathe it in. The same with the rubberized torch on stuff they use to waterproof ponds. I want to stand there and breathe it in. I want to smell it. I am afraid this thing might get worse. Something is definitely not right. So. if you don’t hear from me in a while, it is because of one of the following:
The men in white have come for me, and I am in a padded cell. My husband has called them when he has seen me eating the evening newspaper.
I have actually given into the urge and cut up my car tyres. I have made myself an outfit with and I sit in the pond. With me is rolls of paper.
I have been fired. The boss caught me eating out the printer.