Sometimes, I get drunk and come home and bust into my Trader Joe’s mini chocolate-covered ice cream cones.
And then, sometimes, I wake up in the morning and stumble through my kitchen contact-less to take a shower, and think there’s a new kind of bug infiltrating my apartment.
And then I’m hungover and definitely not early for work, and I leave the chocolate there, significantly raising the risk of a new kind of bug infiltrating my apartment.
-Bev
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