Tales of the Easily Amused

This is the kind of twisted little puppy I am.

Let's say I have a package of cookies. About twenty or so. If I'm taking them in my lunch that week, I will put exactly four cookies in the bag every day. So it comes out even, you know. This is important to me. If I get to Friday and there are only three cookies left, I feel let down.

But! If I pack my lunch on Friday and I have five cookies left, well ...

I get a secret thrill out of it.

I'm sure there is a term for that, and I'm equally sure it isn't a flattering term. Either way, when I have thoughts like this, I feel shame, and that can't be good either.