my bread expires november 31st.
november 31st.

it says so right there on the little sticker.
you know the one, it’s put there by the people responsible for making my bread.

the same people responsible for not killing me with my bread.

and they don’t know how many days are in november.

secondary issue. in programming, when i tell a loop to cease looping upon reaching a value it ceases, but if the value is never arrived at, it goes on infinitely.

so, november 31st is never going to roll around–does that mean my bread lasts forever?

ad bread infinitum? or, conversely was it never best before?

i know this is weak content. i just can’t get over the idea of a grown ass person out in the world, working full time, preparing food for others, with no idea how many days are in the months.

how is it even possible?

x = stupid people.

i find it hard to keep my attention on any one thing these days.

maybe it’s part of the aging process. or my recent illness, or the superbug. or the mind crushing pressure that’s building. or the nagging feeling something is seriously wrong with the direction i’m going.

maybe it’s some of all of the above.

either way, I can’t seem to focus. can’t seem to commit & the cost of that behavior.. well. fuck.

moreover, i think this is one of the steps which precedes the portion of your life where your sleep gets disrupted by three hot drunk chicks and you’re actually.. upset about it.

god. i hope it’s not that serious.

x = doug.

ps. the picture is unrelated, just felt like including one.

sitting here rebuilding my macbook–which apple broke with its most recent update–i’ve been subjected to three Mac commercials.

apple is like a hot bitch. it does whatever it feels like and never takes responsibility.

and you know what happens to hot bitches? they get old and no one want’s them anymore.

you listening apple?