My cupcake obsession has been replaced. My new obsession is the chocobana balls at the local cafe. They are like rum balls but chocolate banana flavoured with a malteser in the middle. OMG they are good!

I used to write then take a hard copy down to the cafe to edit. Now I write just so I can go to the cafe and get chocobana balls! I can't stop at one either. I've got a two ball a day habit. It'd be worse except I feel piggy enough asking for a second one from the staff, let alone a third.

Then yesterday, I had my first ball and when I ordered the second, they were out. Good thing too I reckon.

Today I didn't go in, thinking they'd have not restocked yet but I've been on a sugar binge. I don't think I've eaten that many calories but it's all been on sweet stuff, not real food. What's my problem?

Oh yeah, Turkish Delight icecreams - don't buy them. They are evil. Evil, I tells ya. Evilly delicious.

Arrggh... just to get away from my food obsession for a moment, last night I visited Andrew. I took him to the shops and was about to drop him home when he let drop he's changing uni courses. I started screaming at him, then got out of the car and followed him inside. He said he thought I was going home and I was like - how can I go home, I haven't finished screaming at you. So I screamed at him for about an hour then felt better and left. It bugs me that he decided to change two years into his course. And bugged me more that he didn't even discuss it with me. I'm only his mother. I only gave birth to him and raised. What do I know?

Then my sister started to say that I'd dropped out of my first uni course halfway so I had to beat her over the head with a blunt object until she shut up.