51/51: Sour

My milk went sour on me again. There was about a pint left in the carton, and I was starting to hope it could hold out for most of the upcoming week so I wouldn't have to pester anybody to fetch more for me or do without, but now I think I'll have to get some. Of course if I'm getting milk I should get other stuff I'm out of or low on too, but what and where? Shopping is such an asspain, even when I don't have to do it myself. I'm a terrible consumer. If I ran the world we'd probably still be living in trees and eating bugs freshly dug from the ground, and I'd probably hate digging for them. I am not meant to be civilized. I am probably a sloth trapped in a human body. And I need to get some cow milk.

It rained much of the night, but not very hard, and I slept through most of it. No dinner Friday, and I haven't eaten it this morning either, though I've been up since about three o'clock. Nothing appeals to me, except maybe some pancakes, and I'd need milk to make those, and chocolate milk to drink with them. I'm hungry though, so I might microwave a ramen bowl and then go back to bed. It's going to be cool today, and I'm sure the furnace will run a lot, so it will be a good day to stay in bed. I have tea. And cookies. I'll get by. But I do have to arrange for milk to be fetched. Drat! Always a fly in the ointment.