Not-Completely-Used-Up Kleenex: Insomniac Ramblings

As I find myself stricken once more with insomnia, here is the great dilemma that I am pondering: To throw away a not-completely-used-up kleenex or not to throw away a not-completely-used-up kleenex.

I always used to throw kleenex away, even when I had only blown my nose once upon said kleenex, but over the years, I have become snifflier and snifflier. I am now, I suspect, a girl who is allergic to cats. However, I refuse to find out if this is true because I own two cats, so instead I use more and more kleenex. Take Benadryl? Can't. It interacts with my happy pills and could kill me. Fun, huh? (The killing me is a fact I found out all on my own, not something that my doctor or pharmacist ever told me, by the way.)

So since I began using more and more kleenex and since I am living alone for the first time ever (causing, among other things, me to become stingy with things since I pay all the bills alone and don't actually work full-time), I started not throwing away not-completely-used-up kleenex. If half or more of the kleenex remains virginal, I leave it on the bathroom counter next to the kleenex box so that I may reuse it later.

Tonight, I realized that my sister had stopped in and used my bathroom today and was forced to look at a not-completely-used-up kleenex as she washed her hands afterward. (At least, I hope she washed her hands afterward; you never can tell, you know, who does not wash their hands. It always amazes me in public restrooms.) I am suddenly mortified at having become someone who keeps not-completely-used-up kleenex hanging around the house.

I often have unexpected guests and don't have time to tidy up, so for a moment I considered beginning to hide my not-completely-used-up kleenex in the medicine cabinet so that it would be out of sight. I quickly decided that this would be a bad idea, as it is much, much worse to have someone discover that you are hiding not-completely-used-up kleenex inside your medicine cabinet than to find it laying on the bathroom counter. You see, I may have just accidentally forgotten to throw away a not-completely-used-up kleenex that is lying about on the counter, but a not-completely-used-up kleenex hidden in the medicine cabinet is clearly the work of a deranged mind. That indicates premeditated saving of this incriminating item.

So now as I try to make myself tired, I am wondering whether it is worth the money I save to keep the not-completely-used-up kleenex for further use, risking embarrassment if there are surprise visitors, or if I should just throw away the damn kleenex, whether it is not-completely-used-up or not.

Ah, the troubles of insomniac, cat-allergic, in-denial, cheapskates.