When the going gets weird

By Slybacon

Fight the Power

Sunday tends to be the very worst day of the week for existential dread. There is no worse idea than compounding this using it for venturing to the supermarket. Stupidly reckless behavior ttha I will not be repeating in the near future.

Riot and I do not approach life from the same direction. Attempting to even leave the house nearly descended into civil war. By the time we finally arrived at the supermarket several hours later, things had become increasingly fraught. So much so that when I ventured to world foods in search of mushroom stock, there was nearly a full mental breakdown. Apparently, this is not the proper order of things.

I’m not going to lay the blame for this debacle at anyone’s door except Sunday. Sunday is a bastard. Screw you Sunday. Go to hell.

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