And now I've reached the fragile stage...

Today I completely ran out of toilet paper. I've never run out of toilet paper before in my life. So, I decided to go to the grocery store and stock up on all the food I need for the next week because, well, if you're going for toilet paper you might as well make a whole trip of it.

I was a little worried I might turn homicidal having to deal with so much of the general public when I've been holed up in my apartment, but as it turns out, I was not at all homicidal. Fragile, ABSOLUTELY.

Apparently, I'm so fragile that all the choices completely overwhelmed me. What kind of whole wheat bread do I get? What kind of breakfast cereal? Do I go with the bag of pre-selected oranges or do I pick my own? Do I get the package of 4 tomatoes or do I pick my own? After spending a good 20 minutes trying to track down the mashed potatoes (NOT in the rice/pasta aisle), I thought I was going to have to just sit down in the pasta/rice aisle and burst into tears. I still feel completely emotionally devastated.

And really, who becomes emotionally unraveled at the grocery store? It's just not right. I think I'm going to take a bubble bath and recover.

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UPDATE: the cereal I apparently picked, Honey Bunches of Oats, is not something I'm a fan of. It's a little corn-flakes when I think I was looking for more of a Raisin Bran sort of thing. *sigh*.