Life goes on

First entry of the year and im gonna say, Ooohlala, one day left. Illegally obtained, but who cares anymore. My muscles are going into spasms.

I've forgotten how to stay sane.

My heart is craving eggs, sunny side up. With potato wedges; fried.

Today I must've been really hungry, and slightly psychotic with the aftermath of reading pharmacology and doing up my case study reports, and that I day dreamed (well... day nightmared) about splashing seasoning off someone's scalp and baking it to perfection. To eat.
Huh, what on earth.

Feel like going for an OGD to convince myself that I don't have some sinister gastric pathology. Now I sound like someone with a delusional disorder. Or hypochondriasis. Well, nearly there, but not quite.

My caloric intake this past month probably surpassed a third world nation.

Let's see what I have to do tomorrow. Bilateral chronic venous ulcers, doppler ultrasound result, blood investigations, and well.. the stuff infront. GREAT. I'm so dead.

Someone just reminded me of a wonderful food substance known as Nutella again. Hazelnutty goodness. Must acquire that soon. and I just remembered I got TWIX in the fridge. Wait up... how bout this now;

Caramel Cloaked Chocolate Hazelnut Torte!
I shall post the recipe up soon :P

There are lots of things I would like to do.
And I'm hungry again. This is horrendous.

Life goes on. Im sorry too if I havent been there for any of you(s). Rest assured I am still eight numbers away if you need me. It's somehow a really terrible miserable feeling and I am not too sure how I'll pull through this phase. BUT I know I will. Superman to the rescue perhaps? It's been awhile. Talk to you soon please.

I cannot believe I'm only turning 21, I feel 80 now.
Crikey! It's 1.30am. Bed.

Love, Nin.