Lady Stanton and the Haunted Cookies, Pt. 2

Okay. This is it. I mean business now.
I NEED TO STOP BITING MY NAILS, MY CUTICLES, MY FINGERS...pretty soon I will HAVE NO HANDS!
Who has quit that stuff cold turkey? Boldly step forward, please...I beg of you, I need some advice. I can't stop. This is - no, I am - a catastrophe.

So, in other Lauren News, I've been turning to those in my circle of confidantes for some help with this whole Haunted Cookie situation. The response has been pretty much unanimous:
It's okay, I can eat the cookies.

For those of you who may not be up to speed, it's sort of a tricky little sitch and somewhat of a lengthy story...but basically I believe a package of Oreos in my pantry to be haunted, and I've been wanting to eat them for so long, but I've been too creeped out to do so. But I had half of one this morning...and so far, so good. No flickering lights, no eerie sounds, no Japanese girl that only I can see with long black hair covering her face crawling out of my fridge in the middle of the night...I think I'll be okay.