Four is the loneliest number...

Have I mentioned that I count everything in fours?

My steps, my breaths, bites of food, M&Ms, strokes of a hairbrush, sneezes. EVERYthing.

I always thought this was because I had so many years of musical training. Four just feels complete to me, like a measure.

But then I read that obsessive counting of random things is a symptom of schizophrenia.

Uh oh.