The last few days have been a slow slide into gray. Snow falls outside, heavy and relentless, like the sky is trying to bury the world quietly. I lie in bed, lights still on, watching YouTubers scream through multiplayer matches while I hover somewhere between entertained and completely detached. Explosions on screen. Silence in the room.
And then there was the Pepsi incident.
I asked for regular Pepsi. Full sugar. Full chaos. What I received was Pepsi Zero.
The betrayal was immediate. The label stared back at me like it knew. Like it was daring me to complain.
And I did. Internally. Dramatically.
But did I march back out into the snow? No.
Did I refuse it on principle? Absolutely not.
I cracked it open anyway.