For some reason, I feel like it's a pain to talk to me... Sorry to people who feel that way.

I suddenly decided to make a 3-course meal for myself today, and almost everything went backwards. The 3 courses are scrambled eggs with soy sauce, spinach, and beef berger. After I finished making two of the three, I found out that I forgot to cook rice...so that kind of delays things a bit. The beef bergers are a bit difficult to cook, and involves a lot more blood than I would have liked. Anyway, it was quite a fulfilling meal, and my ballooning continues.

Why do I always talk about me? There's no point in that, is there?