Two nights ago, at the stroke of midnight, a dear friend of mine had the audacity to send me a picture of pancakes he had made. Fuck water torture, send pictures of pancakes to a person who is trying to sleep and is hungry, and doesn’t even have pancake ingredients in the cupboard. Needless to say, we are no longer friends. I’m obviously kidding.
Fast forward to the next day, after a grumpy night of sleep, I had to go to the store to get some butter milk and eggs. I already had two servings of pancakes yesterday, and with some left over batter, this is my breakfast today.