our brain: "what if us sending our roommate on a grocery run tomorrow results in him getting into a horrible car crash and dying, and it'll be all our fault because we couldn't have just dealt with having less food, why are we so indulgent and--"
me: "ahhh, I see we are in 'things are generally bleh but there isn't an immediate crisis, so I'm going to find something hyperspecific to be anxious about to justify feeling bleh' hours." *pats gently like serpent of ronka*
maybe I should add "a tiny cake" to the grocery list...
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