Okay today has been what... the 3rd, 4th day of being sick. Anyway I was pretty much chill today. Play some Team Fortress 2, draw some stupid doodles, drink obscene amounts of coffee. Decided around 4:30 to take a nap since it was already getting dark out (shit I can't STAND THAT). Approx 5 my bro bursts through the door "HEY IM SICK BUY ME SOME GINGERALE AT THE STORE". Get my shoes on grudgingly, drive out to Walmart. Now normally I'd walk in and walk out, but tonight I felt saucy. It was the night before Thanksgiving- moreso the night before the night before BLACK FRIDAY. I hear plenty of stories but stay well away from that madness. Anyway, I get to walking into the store, and notice a lot of spots in the aisles are BARREN. Upon further inspection these aisles have little stickers designating the type of product that will go there come Black Friday, and what kind of limit they have on putting them there. Near one of these was a clipboard with some policies, interesting stuff it appeared but I walked away. Picked up some rat bedding and food, and walked over to the drinks aisle. No ginger-ale, pick up some Dr. Thunder (it's half the price of Dr. Pepper and just as awesome OK). Walk further down and try to find some good snacks for coffee. Biscuit sticks are 6 dollars for a tin. Pocky is a dollar a pack. I hate anything that people could associate me for a weeaboo fag with, but honestly Pocky is good. Not great, but good, so I grabbed a box of Chocolate and Strawberry. (Please do not post in here about what your favorite box of Pocky is and how amazing Pocky is, because I will come to your house, walk through your face and kick your spleen). So after driving home in the rain I walk in the house, throw the case of colas at my brother, walk up to my room pop a piece of biscuit candy in my mouth and type this shit out. Making a CC Thanksgiving flash, and maybe play more TF2. Cheers, fags.