I dreaded doing things for my grandma; I found no reward, no sense of accomplishment, or joy of any sort. That is horrible. I woke up one night and remembered what she had done for me. The effort and time she put into cooking and organizing. She doesn't remember the work she did, but I do and it's sad that I failed to repay the favors. It's not too late. I'm gonna fucking make it up to her while there's time.
Man, so many relatives gave me money after the house fire. I kept a list of names and numbers but I haven't formally thanked them. I feel like making some awesome food and giving it to the people who gave me money.
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