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.
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.
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."
"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.
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.