So I just had another bad trip to H-E-B. I went in search of a few things, the main of which was potato bread for which I would make tuna salad sammies with and be joyous and happy and content with my tummy.
Did I find any potato bread? Nope. Not even after 10 MINUTES of searching frantically up and down the bread aisle for it and talking out loud about how I could not find any damn potato bread. I opted to forget about the potato bread and just get some corn tortillas, that way I can at least make breakfast tomorrow afternoon.
Next on my list was tonic water. Did I find my tonic water of choice (Canada Dry, btw)? Nope. I had to get the Hill Country Fair shit instead, which I hate because it leaves a bad taste in my mouth, and not in a good way.
So those were the only two things on my list. I felt a little anxiety prone after the bread aisle craziness, so I decided to get a bg of the HCF cheese puffs because they usually calm me down. They're like fake cheese product heroin, they is.
I'm just taking this all as I need to get to H-E-B during the day. And that I need a drink. That's all.
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