Entry 0085

I have to go to the grocery store.

I'm not mentally prepared to go to the grocery store but I have to fucking do it, or else I have no food, and mom will be mad that I didn't get what was on her list. I can do without food for another day -- there's enough for me to eat here today -- so I'm only doing this for my mom.

I'm glad I don't have kids of my own. I'd never be able to keep up with their needs. I'd be a terrible bugbear of a father.

I hate everything.