Today I couldn't figure out what to have for breakfast, so I decided to make pancakes, since we have one of those shake and fry kits. I poured the milk in, went to shake it...and forgot to put the cap back on, so I got covered in pancake batter.
Next, I put in too much oil accidentally and burned myself pretty badly. Just when the burn scar on my right arm has started to fade I get a nearly identical and much more painful grease burn on my left.
Finally I got them done and half were burned and half were overdone. Put one in my mouth and remembered I fucking hate pancakes.
Also I still have my cough and my grandpa told me yesterday when I got out the shower that if I stood around with wet hair it would get worse and I laughed him off. It got worse.
#firstworldproblems
Tomorrow I need to:
* Pack.
* Shop.
On Friday I move!
Also urgh I am trying to give up dairy and gluten, but it's hard because I don't know what else to eat. Zac is helping (every time I pick up something that he knows has bread/milk in he goes "YOU CAN'T EAT THAT STOP") but he went on holiday on Monday and I ate pizza two days in a row. Mistaaake. Also you know, it's kind of pathetic that I need a ten year old policing my diet.
roozles helped too when I saw her, giving me some ideas for cuisine I could try (both her and my grandpa suggested Japanese dishes so I'm going to look more of them up) so that's something. But my favourite dish is a mac and cheese with breadcrumbs recipe my mother made which makes me feel close to her when I make it so. 8( Suck.
I've been doing some research into it and hopefully I won't feel so shitty/hungry/both when I get into the swing of things. WHY ARE THINGS HARD. WHY AM I SUDDENLY ALLERGIC TO ALL GOOD FOOD.