2010

I drove through rain and thunderstorms, huge puddles and giant chains of traffic to organise some stuff for Primal tonight. Zeus was pretty hacked with something. It was unbearably humid and I was starving.

I'd had a big lunch; oats with currents, banana and honey on top. Between then and now (5:30) my stomach was begging for food. It's been a while since I was this hungry. I am kind of shaky and highly irritable. Any small chore requires a mountain of self control to avoid me snapping.

I hope Dad is cooking something good. After running around for four hours picking heaps of random stuff up, getting keys and dropping stuff off, Carey and I decided to grab some food for Parachute - the music concert I'm going to over the weekend.

We could only take stuff that will stand the heat. It's mainly bread, UHT Milk, nutra-grain (to retain a semblance of reality,) and canned stuff. I don't mind it being plain, as long as there is heaps of it.

We were just about finished, when my mum text me to go pick something up from the tailor she'd left there since Monday. That meant I needed cash to pay him. I forgot to get cash out from the supermarket, so had to go to the bank to get more. In the end, I think it will prove a profitable little walk, since my mother's guilt will form perfect leverage for repayment of our shopping.

More chores are calling, and I'm biting my lip. Zeus has chilled out a bit but it's still humid as.