coheed and cambria - time consumer

today, i learned that winco doesn't take credit cards. i felt like an ass, standing there with all those groceries and shrugging, "sorry, i don't have a debit card." walking away. the dog food that was supposed to replace the empty bag in the garage, the fruit for my mom, cereal for breakfast. walking into the house and seeing we're out of milk, still, we have no bread, still, and there's not even any frozen foods to fall back on. and like hell i'm going back out tonight to fill a cart with the exact same shit i already tried to buy. tomorrow, maybe. but i'm pissed off and embarassed and i don't like grocery stores very much right now.
oh, and i picked up a book from the library about some back-woods canadian teenager. so i'm talking and thinking like an asshole hick. it's kind of fun. and funny, too, since i'm sitting here drinking my tea and feeling refined and sophisticated, while thinking things like "it was a fucking parable. christ."