It would be called Why did I have three cups of Diet Coke and those espresso chocolate-chip cookies from Trader Joe's when I'm out of Klonopin (my anti-anxiety med) and won't be able to refill it till tomorrow night?
By the way, Trader Joe's is pretty much my new favorite place. I love how they have exactly what I want all the time. It's a little creepy. They have whole wheat New England-style hot dog buns and low-sodium tomato bisque. And their own brand of tartar sauce. AND their own brand of sardines. And my boss recently sent me this article about how Trader Joe's is great for dumpster diving, not because he knows I like Trader Joe's but because he knows I like shopping for food at the dollar store and using coupons, and figured that fishing groceries out of the garbage was the next logical step for me.
Wow. I feel my left eye twitching. It's going to be a long night.
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