I have lived on my own for three years. Although there are things I don't like doing (dishes, light bulbs, trash, etc.), I have gotten by on my own fairly well.
BUT: since I started cooking so often, I have become seriously paranoid that I am going to slice off my hand, and no one is going to be here to help me. The same goes with splinters: the other day I accidentally scraped my hand on the inside of a door jamb and received a huge, nasty splinter that dug itself deeply into my right ring finer. I was nearly in tears while trying to remove this tiny piece of wood with my left hand, something that would have taken mere seconds if I had had someone to help me.
And today, I went to Target to purchase a bookshelf; I have hundreds of books and am literally out of room, and this piece of furniture was on sale for $15. How could I turn it down?! I hauled it off the shelf, into my cart, into my trunk, out of my trunk, and upstairs: all by myself. This thing wasn't light, people. I was awfully proud of myself - until I took it out of the box and tried to assemble it. Really, all it includes is pieces of plywood and screws. It should've been a piece of cake. I took my screwdriver, my hammer, and tried to put this thing together from every possible angle, and it just wasn't working.
FRUSTRATED.
Anyway... Today was an okay a pretty crappy day. I woke up absolutely exhausted. I finally took two Tylenol PM at midnight last night because I couldn't sleep. And even that didn't help me! I was up until 2 am - watching "Jersey Shore" and trying to crash.
I finally rolled out of bed around 9:30 and made a scrumptious breakfast of Banana Oats:
They were delish, as usual. I can't seem to prevent them from overflowing in the microwave, though... Ideas?
After I ate breakfast, I decided I should shower and actually put on some make-up and look cute today; after all, it was going to be my free day from the gym!
I then went to school and attempted to work. However, it was quite difficult, as the server kept crashing. Lovely. I was then attacked by a bat as I tried to go through the school to a meeting about what? Oh yes, technology: again, the computers did not work. Well, that meeting ended quickly.
Because my "check engine" light came on last week, I decided I should finally take my car to the shop. I dropped it off at Midas at 1:40, and a good friend came to pick me up to go to the gym. Although it was going to be a free day, I am so thankful she dragged me along: I felt so good and can only imagine the even bigger funk I'd be in if I hadn't worked out.
I came home and ate some leftovers:
Four hours later, when Midas was about to close and I still hadn't heard from them, I decided to walk down there. Two miles in flip-flops was a horrible idea. My feet are ruined. And I should've just let my car be; turns out I'm pretty much going to need to buy a new one because of all the repairs that are needed. Lovely.
After spending the majority of the evening trying to put together a bookshelf and wallowing, I ate the rest of the leftovers along with a side of baby carrots and a warmed Flatout wrap.
Time for bed. Busy, super fun weekend ahead. Stay tuned.
Today's grand total:
Calories: 1,180
Fat: 29 grams
Carbs: 128 grams
Protein: 41 grams