I brought a tupperware container of cereal with me today for breakfast, but I forgot to bring milk. I considered dumping a bunch of half-and-half containers into it, but there weren't enough, so now I'm just eating it dry. Not the ideal situation.
And the thing I've been dreading, yet is entirely of my own making, is this: I have a short list of things I am looking for on Craigslist and at the Sal Army, because I prefer to buy vintage furniture when possible and because I am not rich. Namely: a white or paintable highboy dresser, a white or paintable daybed, and a small white or paintable desk for Hannah's room; a preferably '40s era dresser or chest for myself to replace my busted IKEA model; a desk chair for AJ's room (I'm still kicking myself over passing on the coolest vintage aluminum rolling chair a few months ago...grr); reasonably priced grow lights; a chair and a half; and a couple of other things I can't think of right now. I've been patient thus far, waiting for just the right combination of style and price. But I just know that this week they'll all magically appear and get snapped up for next to nothing by some other yob who's having a Buy Everything week.
Plus, combing Craigslist is what I do for mental breaks at work. (Well, that and writing here or other places.) Now it's essentially an exercise in blue balls, but I just can't stay away. I wish I knew how to quit you, Craigslist.