This is a bad thing.
I like cereal.
Why must life be so cruel to me.
Tomorrow I must walk 5 minutes to the store and back to buy cereal.
It will be slightly chilly outside.
That inconveniences me on a spiritual level.
Today I could've bought cereal, this would've saved me the trip through the chilly weather that is sure to occur tomorrow.
This oversight will cost me a great deal of effort.
How horrible.
How nasty.
Life is suffering after all.
The effort I have to put in, just to eat my damn cereal is so damn big.
Blanc, help me, you are strong, teach me how to cope with this tragedy.
A shadow not so dark.
