I have pissed Kenneth off!!

I am a bad person. I have managed to throw my Chinese flat-mate into a fit of rage. He is pissed off.
I was, so innocently, making banana pancakes for my dear friends.. not innocent because I used Kenneth's utensils... Bowl, Spoon, Spatularrrrrr. etc. etc. The RED WINE has well and truly been emptied on the kitchen counter. Red, red mess. It's stained my fruit& fibreee cereal box. Yeesh.

I run and hide in my room. My heart pounds. I think he's out to get me.

I cleared the side of his food sachets earlier today, in order to make clean banana pancakes.
I was going to wash his bowl up but I was just too stoned  focused on my essays.

Kenneth, I'm reaching out to you, I'm genuinely sorry. And I'm hungry but I daren't creep into the kitchen to make myself some munch.

I have done wrong.
Seriously.

Feeling guilty in my room now, listening to Kate Bush. Wishing I had some food.
23:27, Why am I awake, oh why?

I know why.

Hungry at 23:28.

Should get up now and brush my teeth, remove my face and get into bed. Snooze.

But... I'm hungry. And terrified.