Oh man, yes, I do this constantly and it drives me nuts. Mine is the Walmart lot on Route 9, I'll sit there telling myself I'm resting my eyes when really I'm just scared of the self checkout machines yelling at me. The weird part is once I actually get inside it takes like four minutes and I feel stupid for all the sitting. Your thing about the bored teenager is so real too, that dead eyed stare when you walk in at 10pm makes you feel like a criminal buying toothpaste. You're not losing it, 32 is prime parking lot philosopher age, we just have too much time to think before the errand.

What saved my setup was doing a quick five minute review every Sunday night before I started the new spread. Just flipping back through the week, circling what actually got done and crossing out what didn't. Takes almost no time but it turns the journal from a scrapbook into something my brain actually uses. The pretty pages still happen, I just stopped feeling bad about them because the review part is what does the work. Honestly the doodles probably help more than we admit, since you remember stuff better when your hands were busy making it.