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I've noticed that an array of my food is gone and I haven't, actually, been the one respsonsible for eating it. The majority of my garlic oil? Eaten. My Jasmine and Basmati rices? Eaten. Now, I know I ate at least half of the Jasmine... But the Basmati? I used it, like, twice. And now there's less than a serving left. From a three-pound bag. Something is amiss. And one and one-half bags of frozen broccoli? Gone. Bag of frozen peas? Gone? Bag of frozen edamame? Gone.
I'm going to have to talk to the Food Bandit about this because I don't actually know if I'm going to be able to eat next month at this rate. I let myself spend $100 a month on food, and only about a third of it is actually ending up sustaining me. That's not cool. I'm happy to share, but there's a difference between, "sure, you can have some!" and, "please, for the love of god, EAT ALL OF MY FOOD!"
I'm really sad now, as I eat my cobbled-together stir-fry of Bhutanese red rice (not a bad addition, I suppose), canned corn, canned carrot dices, green onions, water chestnuts, and the last two eggs of the two dozen I bought last week. It's not really all that good, but I had to eat SOMETHING.
Although, I've been finding it really, really difficult to eat at Cynthia's at all. Like, I get immediately nauseated when I try. I can do it sometimes, like when I'm really, really, really, REALLY hungry, but I usually don't get that hungry until I've gone a whole day of not eating anything other than breakfast and then wake up the next morning to complete the cycle. And by then, I'm home. I felt really hungry at about 9:00 last night, so I heated up some ravioli that I'd made and I barely made it though this tiny little container of ravioli. It had a little more than a handful of food in it. At home, I don't have this problem. I'm just so miserable when I'm there, it's like all physical functions cease working.
Sometimes, I really hate my life. -_- I just can't wait for things to start changing again. I'm looking forward to not trying to avoid crying all of the time.
EDIT: She just called to see if she can call me to come in at a moment's notice when she needs me since Dave is leaving early. What in the HELL is she going to do when I leave? Nimao isn't going to do any of that. She'll be in school at this time. No one will be able to rush to her aid. She's so dependent...
I'm going to have to talk to the Food Bandit about this because I don't actually know if I'm going to be able to eat next month at this rate. I let myself spend $100 a month on food, and only about a third of it is actually ending up sustaining me. That's not cool. I'm happy to share, but there's a difference between, "sure, you can have some!" and, "please, for the love of god, EAT ALL OF MY FOOD!"
I'm really sad now, as I eat my cobbled-together stir-fry of Bhutanese red rice (not a bad addition, I suppose), canned corn, canned carrot dices, green onions, water chestnuts, and the last two eggs of the two dozen I bought last week. It's not really all that good, but I had to eat SOMETHING.
Although, I've been finding it really, really difficult to eat at Cynthia's at all. Like, I get immediately nauseated when I try. I can do it sometimes, like when I'm really, really, really, REALLY hungry, but I usually don't get that hungry until I've gone a whole day of not eating anything other than breakfast and then wake up the next morning to complete the cycle. And by then, I'm home. I felt really hungry at about 9:00 last night, so I heated up some ravioli that I'd made and I barely made it though this tiny little container of ravioli. It had a little more than a handful of food in it. At home, I don't have this problem. I'm just so miserable when I'm there, it's like all physical functions cease working.
Sometimes, I really hate my life. -_- I just can't wait for things to start changing again. I'm looking forward to not trying to avoid crying all of the time.
EDIT: She just called to see if she can call me to come in at a moment's notice when she needs me since Dave is leaving early. What in the HELL is she going to do when I leave? Nimao isn't going to do any of that. She'll be in school at this time. No one will be able to rush to her aid. She's so dependent...