Woke up with a slight diarrheoa this morning. Had no choice but to go to dance class with an empty stomach. Like, REALLY empty. Was running on 100 Plus for the two hours prior to lunch. I felt really light, really good, though a little less energetic.
Came home for lunch, swept and went back to sleep. It's embedded in my head that I should NOT be sleeping after dance class but somehow, I did. Refused to go out for dinner at the temple (zzz) so I stayed home. Mum called to tell me there's food on the table so I went downstairs to get it. But guess what? There's nothing there!
Apparently my sib ate it. THEY ATE MY FRIGGIN' DINNER!!
Took a 20 minutes break to calm down. One shalt not cook on an empty stomach when one is feeling grumpy, for one shalt be killed with a sway of the knife if not of sound mind.
Cheh. Made Ducky's trademark grilled cheese sandwich and refried yesterday's egg that they kept in the fridge. They told me to eat it. If I get tummy aches- you'd know why.
xxx, humbuggers
