I try to limit my trips to Target, as I find the experience of going there to buy stuff that I hate that I need to be kind of soul sucking. Paper products, cleaning products, cat products, socks… After more than 10 minutes of navigating what is essentially an enormous box full of cheap crap (cohesively branded under an admittedly appealing design aesthetic) to find what I "need," I swear that I can actually feel my brain being starved of oxygen under the glare of the fluorescent lights. Does anyone else consistently feel ill after spending a little time at Target?? I guess what I’m trying to say is that…