Grrr. Circumstances conspired to make it seem like I was every other paranoid Western Pennsylvania jackass scared that I'm going to be buried in my house for months before anyone discovers me. This past weekend, I realized that I need gas in my car, but of course, waited until the last possible minute. Which meant that I had to wait in line to get a freakin' tank of gas. And of course we ran out of eggs and milk this weekend too. A loaf of bread and a package of toilet paper and I could have been just like everyone else at the freakin' grocery store.