Grocery Shame

   Dear groceries,
   Stop it. Just stop. You know what you're doing and I want you to stop. You know I'm a sucker, the whole universe knows I'm a sucker, and looking into my bag of groceries, I'm sure the whole universe is having a good chuckle right now.
   I had an hour and a half between work and class. I was going to go to Pharmaprix to avoid getting a lot of groceries (naive) so I wouldn't have to lug bundles to my night class. I just wanted to get some KD or something small and stashable like that to eat quietly when I got home tonight. Jokes on me. The fucking joke is/was/will always be on me, because groceries are sick fuckers who will win every time.
   I noted that KD was on sale, so basically Pharmaprix was pointing a gun at my head and forcing me to buy four packs for five dollars rather than pay a dollar fifty for one. I decided to peruse the aisles since I had so much time to kill. Worst idea I've ever had. After perusing for a little bit, I noticed a number of desirable sale items and thought to myself that sine they were on sale there was a magical veil over them which made them not actually count as real purchases.
   As soon as I grabbed a basket I was a goner.
   Bear in mind that I'm shopping at what is primarily a drugstore, so I did not buy fresh produce or hearty meats, instead I bought things like biscuits, Mrs. Fields cookies (glorified lard), and I threw in some deep cleansing nasal strips too because as you can imagine after reading my grocery list, my face is a blackhead farm.
   This has been the most shameful grocery trip in recent memory. I didn't even have a friend at my side egging me on, I was barely even egging myself on. I was in a a full blown trance and now I actually have to eat all these delicious carbs. I guess this isn't really a complaint, more a cry for help.

PS. After I got home from class, I wasn't even hungry. I am now going to bed with the promise of gluttony in my future.