Happiness is an Electric Toothbrush
It's been a stressfull year so far, and no signs of that diminishing in the near future either...So instead of working at my problems this past weekend, I succumbed to some much needed sleep and caught up on some of the media I've accrued.
This near-decadent lifestyle would've spilled over into Sunday, was it not for my need to eat and an emptyness in my cupboards as only a bachelor could achieve.
I through caution into the wind when I drove to the biggest supermarket I could think of...
Here's what I've learnt:
- Shopping on a Sunday is viable, without the massive crowds, but with less than adequate stock.
- Buy yourself something that you wouldn't have if you gave yourself time to think about it on a regular basis.
An electric toothbrush has an odd, though not completely unpleasant sensation in your mouth - not completely what I had in mind, yet novel enough to have me brushing my teeth regular enough to make most dentists proud.
Yes All Evil fans...An electric toothbrush has given me a sliver of happinnes.