Woke up at 2:30 pm on Sunday, and after looking in the refrigerator decided it was time to to go the grocery store.
I sat down at the kitchen table with a pen and a pad of paper to make a grocery list.
And then I paused.
Was that all I needed? Seemed off somehow. Do I even drink beer?
No, that seems like everything, I decided, and went to the store and bought 3 pound of bacon and a six pack of Samuel Adams Summer Ale.
I ended up buying fresh mozzerella and a loaf of french bread too, but I still think this indicates reaching some sort of plateua of bachelordom.
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