The day has finally arrived, and the end is drawing nearer. Hindsight tells me I should have stocked up like others. Alas, I didn’t. I thought surely I can find a 4-pack somewhere. But not a 4-pack to be found.
I am now down to my last roll of toilet paper. Don’t know what I’m going to do when that is gone. Hope for long lasting constipation I guess. Maybe I’ll get sick and have to go to the hospital. Surely it has toilet paper on hand.
Until that time, though, I’ll go through my novels. Guess I’ll start with the least read ones. Bedtime. Oh, the dreams I’ll have.
Please don’t squeeze the Charmin.