Felling like writing

It’s Sunday morning and I feel like writing, don’t know why but maybe it was the cake I ate (it’s incredible how better I felt after eating it, but the fact is it was the first thing I’ve eaten in more then 24h might explain it).

Currently I’m in my aunts house not exactly by choice but more because I’m the only one with a license who actually drives the car. It wouldn’t be that bad if it wasn’t the fact that I’m picky as hell when it comes to food which is why I starved a bit).

I don’t have much more to write about since it’s bloody boring over here, I guess I’ll get back to watching those creepy clowns (is there any another kind?) on TV.