No rest for the wicked

Song of the Day: The Mummer's Dance by Loreena McKennitt

I'm out of peanut butter! This is a disaster.

I guess I could get a new jar, but that would require me to order a whole bunch of groceries from the supermarket and then open the door to the delivery guy and spend a few awkward minutes making small talk, yada yada yada. (I was just about to make a Yoda pun.)

Also, I've been playing Don't Starve again. It's fun. It's like Minecraft but without blocks and scarier. I mean, I'm not afraid of spiders in real life, but the spiders in DS never fail to startle me.

I'm actually pretty upset because two different companies managed to mess up my order; the first one sent me a wrong product (which I know have to return and I really don't want to 'cause I'm lazy as hell and I don't want to go out) and the second one somehow placed the t-shirt I ordered in someone else's parcel. So, I have to sent emails and this is exactly the kind of shit I didn't want to get involved in - this is why I order online dammit! To avoid social interaction! And yes - emailing someone counts as social interaction. Most people don't understand this - but yeah, this is how I am. I'm a complete introvert: I like staying home and leaving only when it's absolutely necessary (like if there's a fire) or when I want to hang out with friends.

I'm also invited to someone's birthday party and I have to go out and get him a gift (I have no idea what - I'm not Leslie Knope), so I guess I'll go out after all. I just don't like going out by myself, it feels weird.

To end on a positive note, last night I dreamed I was at Burger King. And that my dad was wanted by the government. And he had to change his name and they sent helicopters after us. And as I was running I was holding my cat. He was very soft.

UPDATE: I wrote this a few days ago. I now have peanut butter but no muffins. Another day, another disaster is my life motto.