My Treacherous Walk Home

Feeling so ill these past few days, there's a severe food shortage in my kitchen. The pickings are slim: pasta, kimchi, parmesan cheese, milk, cereal. Baked kimchi ziti doesn't sound so appetizing, right? I got away with an empty fridge because the bro spent the weekend at the parents' (and returned relatively unharmed, may I add). But now that he's back, I motivated myself to go to Trader Joe's to pick up some groceries even after my totally exhausting day at work.

While standing in their yogurt aisle, my hypoglycemic system totally stressed out. I literally teetered out of the store trembling with a bottle of TJ's strawberry banana smoothie drink in one hand. I gulped half of it down before starting on my journey home. The four blocks home were the longest I've walked in a long time. I was one ugly, sweating, majorly unhappy camper thinking "this it it, Julia, you're going to fall over in the middle of Market Street in front of the adult bookstore and you'll be lucky if the fire department down the street comes to your rescue." I looked around for a cab, but when not a one drove by, I kept walking. I even thought about calling a friend to meet me. I stopped for a bit to rest, chugged down some more smoothie, put one foot in front of the other, and somehow made it to my front door hours later (ok, it felt like hours, but it was probably more like twenty minutes) and collapsed into my apartment. It was another fifteen before I made it to the refrigerator to put away the fruits of my labor. Pathetic. I napped for three hours and am still exhausted. I think my system's dehydrated. This feeling sick routine is getting really old.

I'm finished with my "pity me" whining session now. Thanks for listening.