I'm seriously tempted to throw some pancakes into the oven and eat like there's no tomorrow. But there always is, isn't it? We don't want to face things; however, they're bound to come. We can shroud our heads, turn away, close our eyes in denial or what have you, but time is one force that cannot be overcome.

And so is hunger. So in the meantime I'll stuff myself with pancakes while contemplating on what I'll do with this account. And uh... my life.

Ciao.