I started to write a whingey entry about how tired and sick and depressed I've been but instead:

Indonesian food is awesome, I will never attend culinary school though because I discovered how stressed out I get when cooking for others/with others that are judging. I thought it was simply stress of having people over or being at someone else's home (holidays) but instead it is the insane pressure I put on myself to cook perfectly. Certifiable.

I am still not 100% well but I am about to go for a walk anyway, I just ate so many biscuits + mashed potatoes + rotisserie chicken I am sick.

I'm sure I'll be inspired to post more after I walk a bit.