Stocking the... um... shelves?

The car goes home to its mommy in two more sleeps. Therefore, I've been shopping. And not for fun stuff either, like yarn and shoes. Rather, it's cat litter (600 pounds in total), toilet paper, water, iced tea.



Well, to be honest, there was one pair of shoes. But not sexy ones, so they don't count.



In fact, today I spent my lunch hour cruising down the aisles at the gi-freaking-normous grocery store down the street, and my thought process went something like this:



Look at item. Think, "Would this be a pain in the ass to haul home on the bus?" If affirmative, place two or four of said items into the cart. I've got enough coconut milk, chick peas, butter chicken sauce, korma sauce, tinned tomatoes, rice and pasta for the entire freaking winter.

I noticed the change in the acceleration rate of the car on the way home. That's pretty impressive.



I don't know if I'm a sucker for punishment or not, but I'm tempted to figure out exactly how much I've spent over the past two months, and how much of that would have been avoided if I hadn't had wheels. It would be an interesting exercise. For a financial dork like me, anyway.



The other thing I've noticed is that I'm running out of room. There's not a whole lot of storage space, here at Chez Peepee, especially if you don't count the basement of doom. I don't think I could get any more food in here if I tried.



And I wanted to. If I'd had a van instead of a car, I'd have bought a freezer today and filled it up, too.



Thank FSM I'll be getting back to my bussing and walking routine. I'm getting tired of all the running around. I'm missing moments like this:

Monday's sunset. After a miserable day of pissing rain. I had to pause for a moment, and savour living in a place as beautiful as this.

The other thing is, my clothes are getting tight. I've been egging everyone at the office for the past two weeks, now that I'm wearing my fall / winter clothes again. That must change, because I'm broke. Spent all the money on gas and food. And likker.