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Oh my holy fuck.

(Crowley, please.)

Chocolate has NEVER TASTED SO GOOD.

I'm feeling better. Not good, not yet, but definitely better. And the lift in my mood is extraordinary; a day on which I can eat, on which I don't have to curl into a ball around my hot water bottle and don't cry at work, has become a huge treat.

This is one of those posts where you think... I need to remember this feeling. When I'm being a brat, and stomping, and depressed for no reason, I need to remember this feeling and be grateful for everything I do have.

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So me and my flatmates (lunar_echo and midnight_violet) decided to do pancake night tonight, instead. It was a bit of a hit and miss affair, and resulted in one pancake that was entirely butter, and one that turned into a sausage of doom, but in the end there was conquering and pancakes were had by all. I remain the only one who dares to flip a pancake properly, without aid of a spatula, but apparently lunar_echo (Smaller) is still the pancake god. This seems somehow unfair, but I don't dare defy her for fear of smiting. Possibly with batter.



Nny: So, we've covered battered wives and deflouring. I think we're done with the pancake puns.
Smaller: ...flippin' great.



*grins*

I love my flatmates.