I swear to god, I might lose my mind. 
Every morning, he grabs the same bowl,
Looks for the SAME EXACT SPOON,
And pours himself the EXACT amount of Honey Nut Cheerios in his bowl.
He then grabs the SAME mug to pour his coffee in.
Two sugars. Not three. Not one. TWO.
Every night, at exactly 10:30, he walks to the kitchen, 
and gets himself three little cups of water.
(The little cups, to like, swallow pills and shit).

I think if any of these things were missing, he’d literally drive his ass to Wal Mart and go find the same exact one. Scary.