Safeway

Much as i am ashamed to admit it, i have grown VERY fond of the idea of doing my own groceries. Somehow, it lends to the feeling of being independant. While shopping is not very humiliating(to me, someguys think it is), the part that's shameful about it is the content. I just realised about a week ago that i have consistantly spent 10$ every week on food. Which i dun need, but scarf down happily anyway. Trying to make amends now. Can't believe it actually took me half a year to reign in myself. Must repent, WILL repent. sigh. On the other hand, if these excursions are made much less frequent, then, that means more money for me!!.....to buy food. Arrrgh. Back to square one.

Which brings me to the habits i've gained now that i'm in Melb. Or rather habits that i should have gained. Like iron my clothes. Or keep my room from obeying the Law of Thermodynamics, and to prevent it from increasing its Entrophy(falling into Shambles, and increasing Disorder). And tidy up my table. And wash my dishes. And..... Sigh. You get the idea.

However, I DO like to think that i have at least picked up some basic discipline while I'm here. I find that without someone to nag at me(mom, heh), i find that i actually begun to think about doing work. Weird. I was afraid that when theres no one to nag at me, I'll fall into the very deepest pits of laziness and never do work again. Yet something in mself nagged at me. Damn. No freedom. Pity though. The moment i get back home, i transform back into the lackadaisical ol' me. My conscience taking a vacation as well? I call this the Dissolvable Backbone Syndrome.

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