just realized i spent thirty minutes constructing an entire argument in my head with the bag of flour in my pantry. why was i defending my choice to make banana bread like it was the final verdict on my adult life? it doesn’t even care if my sourdough fails. now i'm genuinely upset with it, and i am not even going to bake it. who loses in this scenario?
not gonna lie, spent two hours deep cleaning my closet and realized the real reason it was a disaster is that I have an emotional attachment to expired canned soup. like, is the twelve cans of clam chowder going to save me in a crisis, or is it just keeping my life a mess?
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