An intense sort of morning crabbiness. I think the reason I am thinking of the things that I am thinking of because-

AHHHH my jam is moldy.


I think I am thinking of the things that I am thinking of because whenever I go somewhere new or go back to somewhere old, all I think of is what happened there the last time. I am being real vague. Oh well.

Toast with just butter is not the same. This is probably the biggest conundrum of living alone. I find it quite impossible to consume all of the food I buy before it goes bad. Even bell peppers, which I eat every single day for at least one meal, if not two, still manage to go bad on occasion. It's rather frustrating.