What the F*@K!

Lately I have not been running at 100% I have been feeling very run down despite minimal stress and 8 hours of sleep.So what happened is that I went to see the doctor and she did some tests and nuthin much came up apart from the fact my white blood cells are a little low but not low enough to cause concern.So just told me to get loads of sleep and fluids and that I should go back Monday.Well what I also thought is that maybe it is because I have noticed that I use more energy then I take in meaning that I am not eating enough and I cant stand takeaway,once in a while it is fine lakini daily?NO WAY!So I went home and made some stew out of peas,baked beans,carrots,pork and some pasta.So I ate some for dinner and carried some to jobo the next day for lunch.In the evening I went to the lib then went to visit some pals.So I go to the crib already knowing what I am going to eat.To get there I pass by my no good akataa room mate who is high and sprawled over the couch.I get to the fridge and start looking for the container where I left the dish.WAPI!nothing to be seen.I turn the fridge upside down mpaka I almost lifted the thing.So I was pissed I had to make fries for dinner.
The next day in the morning I see the bastard has placed the container in the sink.I saw and decided jioni I will have to talk to him about it.Usually I do not talk my next response would have been to get a recipe for something spectacular like chicken pilau, sweat in the jikoni put aside my share in the freezer and place some in the fridge laced with a generous helping of laxatives.After shelling for 2 days the bastard will never eat my food without perm.Lakini let me be diplomatic and talk to him jioni besides where the hell can I get laxatives around here!