I’m so hungry I wanna eat your tattoo!

All I want to do is sleep. And sleep and sleep and sleep some more. I think my brain has gone on vacation… but a vacation from what?!

Hmmm… seems I was right, garbage truck does come Tuesday and Friday. (I can hear him outside being all… mmm garbage)

I wanna make brownies, but I have to wait till next weekend, after we have been to the store and gotten brownie-ingredients. I’m sure we have one of those "just add water and an egg and maybe some oil!" packets, but I wanna MAKE them, not just eat them.

Yesterday we did… not much. I got up rather late, did a tiny bit of putering and then it was 6pm! We had chicken tenders for dinner again, but these were different ones, and they were so good. Kinda like KFC back home, at its majorly awesome peak which is rare to get it that good. Yeah, it was dam good.

I keep having dreams where I’m having twins. I don’t want twins. Just one baby. At least for now, once there has been practice with one, then maybe two at once would be ok. Silly mind, stop dreaming of twins already!

I want a wireless mouse and maybe keyboard. The mouse cord, everytime I move the freaking thing, makes loud bang noises on the computer thing that is under the desk, and it drives me batty. And I can’t work out how to fix it, which just makes it even worse.

We had baked beans and eggs on toast for dinner. It was really really good. I love that it doesn’t matter how the food looks, it always tastes awesome.

I think its time for me to go hunt for dessert. I like sweetness. Honey is good. Not in an urn though.

title: At 2-3am every night, I get really hungry. And say rather weird things. Jake’s tattoo doesn’t normally look so edible.