The absurdity of the situation

[sanslimites]

Making a peanut butter sandwich at midnight, wearing clogs and polka-dotted underpants. Was greatly distressed not to find the jelly in our mostly bare fridge. No suitable substitutes were found. Right before giving up, half a jar was spotted in the farthest corner, hidden behind the stout and chocolate syrup.

It felt ridiculously profound at the time.