April 5th, 2020

I made a super depressing sandwich today.I just wanted to slap some Nutella and peanut butter together on two slices of bread because my m o t h e r was judging me for eating it out of the jar on crackers. Apparently it's not normal to do that with Nutella but it's fine with peanut butter, I don't see what the difference is but okay. So anyway I dug through the cabinets for peanut butter, we were supposed to have a ton, but I guess during the disease 'apocalypse' someone ate it all. So all we have left is some crunchy peanut butter, I don't normally eat it but I want my damn sandwich so I'll suck it up. I just have one question for you.

Is crunchy peanut butter supposed to be more c r u n c h than it is peanut butter?

Like, I open this fuckin jar right? It looks like someone poured a planters peanut factory into it and then remembered "Oh yea, this is supposed to have some butter to it" so then they just drizzled some peanut butter into it. It is mainly crunch. The majority is crunch. It's so much crunch it barely spread. It may or may not have also been over a year old so if the disease doesn't kill me surely the peanut butter will. But I still want my fucking sandwich, so I sucked it up and I used the year old mostly c r u n c h peanut butter.

Then because of the peanut chunks in the peanut butter it over powered the Nutella and now my sandwich has been ruined. It's basically a peanut butter sandwich with some chocolate shit you can't taste slapped on. I wasted the Nutella. I coulda ate that shit straight from the jar. Like I've been doing. Cause it's my jar. I don't share. You can't make me share. Also it's like 6 bucks and this is apparently the apocalypse I probably won't get any more. Eventually the Karens will stop hoarding the toilet paper and move on to actual necessities. Maybe. Actually probably not they don't seem that smart.

I'm still mad about that sandwich. I mean, it was edible. Maybe. I still could die from that year old peanut butter, but hey at least it wasn't from disease. Doesn't mean I can't be mad though. Why was the crunchy peanut butter mostly c r u n c h. Is that normal? I wouldn't know, I don't eat it. Maybe being trapped inside is getting to me. I haven't seen the outside world in three years. Actually that's a lie, It's been like 2 weeks. And I have windows. So more like 4 hours. But 3 years I have been trapped indoors because of this stupid apocalypse. All I have to talk about is peanut butter. It's almost like I only have first world problems. Huh.

Or maybe I'm going crazy because of the year old peanut butter. Can it do that. Can you go crazy from eating out dated food. Probably not. And it was unopen so it's probably not even bad. Maybe I'm just really bored and this is how the boredom is manifesting itself. No, it's totally either stir-craziness from the 2 weeks of being trapped indoors or the outdated hell peanut butter. It can't be boredom.

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I don't really know what this ended up being tbh. I originally just started writing to make a ramble about the crunchy peanut butter I ate out of the cabinet because there generally wasn't anything else and I thought of the stupid crunch joke. But then it was super short so I just kind of kept going with whatever stupid shit I came up with and dumb exaggerations. Eventually at one point I was like "Haha wouldn't it be funny if I then decided to make this like a fictional journal entry of someone stuck in the apocalypse or something kind of based on real life but not really" and uh yea. It's resulted in this. I don't know what this is anymore. It's also still like mega short tho.