I hate it.
I have this back bedroom I use as a storage room, sort of a combination attic and pantry, and so I found myself standing in this storage room wondering why I was standing in the storage room, was there some kind of reason or was it just chance, some kind of Brownian motion on a massive scale that brought me into the storage room, although I did manage to remember that the last room I was in before I was in the storage room was the kitchen. So I gave up and went back into the kitchen and hey, I saw right away I was out of paper towels.
The replacement paper towels are in the storage room.
(I am going to print this note and carry it with me into the back bedroom.)
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