23rd...

On my way home from class tonight, I needed milk.  Like usual.

I stopped by the CVS because its almost 10pm.

The grocery store closes at 10pm.

And in my unlogical logic, I did not want to go to the grocery store.

Why?

Because then I might want to buy everything else that I need.

I walked over to the refrigerator cooler.  

Opened the door.

No skim milk.

Damn.

And I think, "I drink way too much milk not to do skim."

"Maybe just a half gallon of skim.  Then I'll buy a full gallon later this weekend."

"Nah."

"The gallon size is on sale."

"I should just get 1%.  I'll be fine.  It is only one gallon."

I went back to the original cooler.

Grabbed the handle.

I checked the expiration date because that is what I always do especially when buying milk from a drugstore.  

Feb 23.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Really?  Does this day have to fucking haunt me all the damn time?!?

Earlier this week: 

"On February 23rd, we will be meeting in the library for class."

"On Monday, February 23rd, this assignment is due."

And the fucking asshole of the other driver, his birthday... 2/23.  

Fuck.