It’s 10:30 on a Wednesday night and I am trying not to panic because I have four Kleenex left in the whole house. I think I might have the flu, I have been blowing epic loads of gunk out of my face all day, and now the only thing standing between my nose and certain chapped doom is four pieces of tissue.
Maybe I can ration them and last through the night.
This wouldn’t be such an issue except I haven’t been grocery shopping in a few weeks and I’m down to a single roll of toilet paper, too.
Keep your fingers crossed, people. This could get bad.