day twelve.

megan and i have started watching the murder game. its an old bbc murder mystery gameshow and its the shit. but that's by the by. i went to see the boy when i woke up. totally forgot to eat something, but that's not so bad. when i returned i ate spaghetti in tomato sauce right outta the can. gross? some might say delicious, and cheap. i also splat a fork of it into a piece of bread and made a makeshift sarnie. i dont think megan was too impressed (we were on her cutesy new bedspread). ive run out of fruit before you ask. and food in general actually.. christ knows what im gonna do from here on in. dinner was packet pasta - im hoping that still keeps shit below 2000 calories. should go for a run but this frakking essay needs doing. big up batv.