Sadness and Pancakes

My dear readers, I have somewhat of a confession to make. I give off the impression that I am always happy, be it at school or otherwise, but lately things have gone rather rapidly downhill, plunging me into a heavy sadness that lingers above me like the rainclouds above my home.

So what, you may ask, has caused such a sudden sadness? I must be honest with you: it is pancakes. A craving for them had come over me, and I simply couldn't resist. I mixed the batter as per instructions, but no matter how hard I tried or how well I oiled the pan, they always either a) got stuck or b) ended up as a wad of undercooked sludge. I have a sneaking suspicion that it was too much milk that caused the problem with my pancakes; either that, or the pan was too hot.

I thought I could cook pancakes. I made some yesterday and they were rather lovely, if I may say so. They didn't last long with Mother around, anyway. But alas, tonight my pancake skills failed me, and as I write this I am devouring a small bag of Cadbury's chocolate buttons, trying desperately to fill the hole left by the sad excuse of a pancake that was the fruit of my effort.

I thank you all for your support during this difficult time.

Good day.