It’s winter. Fucking winter. You lie awake at night with ice-cold toes under your blanket. You can hear the clock ticking. Tick tock, tick tock. sarcastically reminding you that you only have a few hours of shut-eye left before you’re meant to get up to start another day. The more aware you become of the time, the harder…
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Ode to a Burnt Waffle
This went all wrong. You know when you make waffles or pancakes and the first one you make is always a bit off? Weird looking, like the runt of the litter? Well all my waffles turned out like that today. ALL OF THEM. Except for one. I’m not sure what went wrong. I followed the instructions to…