So today I went out to get a case for my new kindle. I get home two hours later with no memory of leaving the store and I was in possession of a “When Rabbit Howls” by Truddi Chase, a coffee that I never drink, and the case I originally went out for. I wasn’t aware of the time until I checked my receipts and didn’t know about the book until my mom asked me to see my new case and the book was in my bag with it. I also found a new note in my notebook I keep with me.

“3 shelves, only one book. 2 shelves of ADD, ADHD, and Autism. The last shelf a mix of anxiety, bipolar, dyslexia, SID, SPD, Aspergers, and a few other things, and only ONE book on multiples. Not one single book in the Psychology section.”

This is all kind of written with a heavy hand like I was mad, but I don’t even know who wrote it. Apparently my headmates are getting more comfortable with the public, especially since I was in a familiar bookstore.

My mom is now questioning me why I am so interested in multiples and living as a plural, I can’t exactly tell her because she will freak out, but I have no clue how to handle this.