Easy Like Sunday Morning

There really could only be two possible reasons why the hell I was at the supermarket at 7:30 AM on a Sunday morning:


1) I was so excited to see what the butcher had at the newly-discovered King Kullen, that I couldn't sleep, and figured I might as well get there early.


2) I have no life, so I went to bed at 10PM on a Saturday, and woke up at 7AM on Sunday with nothing to do BUT go food shopping.

I'm still not sure which is worse.