Compulsion

Just now I found myself doing something so frighteningly compulsive, I had to jot it down. I was setting three alarms for tomorrow morning. It's late now, and i'll only get around 3 hours of sleep, and so i'm setting three consecutive alarms with a snooze time of ten minutes. I set the first alarm for 6:45am, the second alarm I set 11 minutes later, and the third I set 12 minutes later than the second alarm. All of this is part of the daily routine; nothing out of the ordinary.

Earlier, however, I called my parents to talk about Rafael Nadal's straight set victory over his countryman, and though I couldn't get them on the horn, I received texted messages as to my whereabouts and well-being shortly thereafter. My parents are concerned. So basically, I was calling about tennis, and my parents thought I was dying or something. They should know better, but also I suppose they shouldn't. So before i set my alarms, I texted my mother to inform her that i was fine, to which she replied, "great luv u get some rest". So now, for every alarm that I set, i repeat in my head "get some rest". Three times I repeat this, so blind in my idiosyncrasy that I believe that there is a nice little feature on my alarm clock (my phone) that suggests, strongly, maternally, that I ought to rest-up. I reset my alarms just to check.