I made a cake.

From scratch.

I haven’t done that since I was a teenager; back when I used to bake all the time with my grandmother.

I’m obviously out of practice. I’m not sure if it was the recipe, the substitution I had to make, or if I overcooked the cake, but it came out a bit dry.

Decorating is not my strength either – lol – but I’m going to keep practicing and try to get better. Why not? It’s not like I can leave the house.

I had a big slice for breakfast, because I have fucking cancer, and it sucks, so why the fuck not? Yolo and all that shit.

I’m not gonna lie, I’m on the struggle bus right now.