I swear I can’t fucking do anything right. I was trying to make pancakes from scratch because I promised my therapist I’d cook something. I was doing fine until I asked my mom for the fucking flour. She gave me pancake mix instead, and being the idiot I am I didn’t pull the box out of the grocery bag we keep it in. I went fucking crazy. “I ASKED FOR FLOUR!!! Now it’s ruined.
I thought I could ask herfor flour. I said flour. She heard me say flour. I still had the fucking eggs out. I had my fucking laptop. If I was making pancakes from a mix I’d read the fucking instructions on the box. FUCK!
Great. I’ll be able to tell my therapist how I fucked up again.