Getting out of bed isn’t high on my list of priorities today.

Love waking up and having the same feelings plague my mind and heart as last night.

Here is my current issue: I want to be able to cook nice meals for my family in practice for when I start hospitality at tafe next year, but it is impossible to cook for my family. Dad hates ‘all that wanky modern shit’, Mum refuses to try anything new, and Aimee is a vegetarian who only eats about four vegetables. Ugh.

Eaten like shit today. Three crumpets, then a Canadian feast from the Pancake kitchen. That means two pancakes, several rashers of bacon, two eggs and a tomato, with a scoop of whipped butter and maple syrup on the pancakes. Oh, also a hot chocolate with marshmallow on top.

I decided to make up for such horrid eating by eating two mandarins, and waiting for family to go to bed so I can eat two more without getting told off.

Fuck, I feel fat after reading that over.