There is nothing so unstable and terrifying as breakfast… that sounds ludicrous, but it’s true. I can never (ok, not never never, but you get it) decide what I’m going to eat or if I should eat. Because as soon as I eat I totally lose it for the rest of the day. Perhaps I’m making all this up though… maybe I don’t really think or feel these things for real. Maybe I’m faking everything just so I can play a part in an imaginary, made up drama in my mind… to escape the reality that everything is normal, everything is fine.