It’s 1am and I was just about to go to bed but I’ve suddenly remembered that I’m almost out of food and I need to buy groceries online. If I leave it until morning I won’t do it. Dammit.
I never feel as autistic as when I’m carefully selecting which groceries I will or won’t accept substitutions for. You can give me different apples, sure, but dear god if you send me the brand of dim sims that come out a slightly different texture to what I’m used to I’ll kill us both, Coles. I can’t eat those ones they’re Different.