Then I went and did more housewares shopping. I even found a lint roll thing for the dark pants that I washed with two new and very cheaply made towels. D'oh!
I can't find peanut butter anywhere.
Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.
—Sigmund Freud