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Grocery shopping, alone, with no one to help you even when you come home, is damn hard.

My mom is all out - as in, she nearly drove over some pedestrians crossing the road, and continued with saying "I'm not disoriented". Yeah, right. My grandma is squeezing her dry - she says she doesn't want my mom and aunt there with her but she really does, and she throws fit after fit if anyone mentions outside help. Oh, the joy of being alive at old age. *sigh*

Anyway. Took the car and bought some stuff for the house, since there was almost no food left (I'm not even talking about cooked food, just the ingredients), and the "some stuff" became almost 1000 NIS. Well, it was needed.

I'm tired and hungry right now, which is a bad combination, since I don't have the strength to make myself something to eat. I can't even see myself frying an egg, let alone go pasta, which was my original plan (buying, paying, having one of my jars break - luckily it was the coffee and not the honey - packing it into the cart, into the car, out of the car, up two stories in four rounds and getting everything into the cupboards and fridge - phew).

But I need food. I'll feel better after I have some food in me.

Wow. I managed to write this with no more than 2 typos.

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Date: 2010-01-10 03:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hagar-972.livejournal.com
Honey, come over here this week. Seriously.

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Date: 2010-01-10 03:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tamara-russo.livejournal.com
Can't. My mom will have a field day. I'll maybe come over for a night in Tuesday or Wednesday.

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