When did I become the kind of grownup tard who enjoys Costco? Today I threaded my way through a throng of nasty to get to a set of glasses ($20), a five-pack of baby onesies (50% off, $9) and a giant supreme pizza ($8, not bad tasting). Halfway through this excursion, I became so exhausted as to be almost ill. I leaned all the way over my cart to hold myself up. I remember giant boxes of garbage and sandwich bags melding together in my view.
I wanted to shop more, find out if they had other baby stuff at ridiculous prices, but I couldn't walk anymore. I didn't even do anything but walk.
These days I go from energetic to literally passing out, blammo fast. This kid is cannibalizing me.
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