Overwhelmed

Went out to the grocery store today.

All I really wanted was a bottle of orange juice and a pizza (and to get out of the loft for a little while), but I think I got lost somewhere in the 87 varieties of pasta sauce, and probably took a wrong turn at the Great Monolith of Ketchup, so by the time I traversed the football field of Super Bowl Snacks and returned from the dark heart of Freezerhenge to the civilized world, I probably could have made a pilgrimage to Mecca in roughly the same amount of time.

Next time, I'll bring a sandwich for the trip.