…well, I don’t know that there’s a name for what I am.  But I suspect some might say I’d benefit from a meeting or two. 

Lularoe.  I’ve waxed poetic written about my newfound enthusiasm for this particular brand of clothing.  The shirts I’ve gotten are okay, but the Maxi skirts and leggings?  My oh my.  I thought it was to my advantage that I don’t have immediate access to this stuff – it’s not like they sell it downtown or anything – but the thing is, I do.  With a click of the mouse trackpad I can drop onto a Facebook page and there it all is, Lularoe heaven, spread out on the screen before me.  So I called a timeout. No more Lularoe, not for a while.  All I had to do was stay away from the Facebook page.  The next week I was the proud owner of a new pair of wiener dog leggings.

Coffee Diva.  Not in a Starbucks addict sort of way.  I actually don’t like very many things from Starbucks (which I know could get me deported in some cities), but that’s neither here nor there.  My favorite coffee is the kind I make on my trusty Keurig at home – a large Breakfast Blend with four Splenda packets and two (big) splashes of creamer.  In a pinch I might let BrightSide make me a cup, but for real…I have a thing about the coffee/sweetener/creamer ratio.  There it is.  Call me a control freak.

Clothing Issues.  These jeans fit, those shorts don’t.  That shirt fits, except on the second and fourth Wednesdays of the month when I inexplicably gain four pounds.  Those socks have always been fine, but recently they’ve begun cutting off circulation after a few hours.  Can feet even outgrow socks?  My leggings fit, and some of my skirts, but those particular dresses are on permanent hold until I can breathe in them again.  Maybe I should scrap the whole closet and start again.  Or maybe I’ll just move to a nudist colony and say the hell with the rest.

Naps.  Look, you can tell me all you want that daytime sleep messes with my body’s natural rhythm.  That I’ll rest better at night if I skip the afternoon nap, that I won’t feel as tired during the day if I don’t drop off for a sixty minute snooze.  The fact remains there are times when my eyes literally close while I’m sitting up and there’s nothing left to do but slip into Zzzz central and come out the other side (mostly) refreshed.