Ramblings of the confused

I took today off work (or at least, out of the office) to get some serious packing done. I threw away a ton of stuff, which is no small feat for me (I'm a packrat like you have probably never seen.) But not long into my excursion, I realized I was out of trash bags. So I trekked out to Walmart to pick some up. I was just going to get the regular kind, but thought I might be more motivated to ditch stuff if I had the big kind. Plus, I was almost out of my ordinary kitchen bags, too, so I just got them both. When I got up to pay, I realized I had a box of those gigantic contractor's bags, a box of regular trash bags and a bottle of Febreeze. The clerk probably thought I was getting rid of a body.