Cleaning the kitchen tonight

Once, I had a crush on a guy who sat next to me in our "Philosophy of Contemporary Issues" class. We'd talk about the hypothetical deterrent effect of the death penalty and he'd drink this huge can of RedBull and I'd struggle quietly to not vomit from the smell. Now it is a vital chemical for most of my major life events, like moving and big writing projects. Go figure.

Other supplies purchased today (minus the cat):


Not pictured, the remainder of my bottle of Bulleit, which I must either drink now or forever hold my peace with breaking it in the moving process. This has happened before.