and then there is Oatmeal

Rolled oats, cinnamon, raisins, sliced bananas, ground flax seed, pecans, raw cane sugar. Bliss in bowl form. Also, dinner at 1 a.m. The fat novel sitting underneath neccessarily completes the meal experience. What I'm really trying to say here is; I got a waitressing job this weekend and consequently I'm too tired to write coherently about anything. Thank goodness I now have two days off before school to make chicken soup and start my midterm research paper (she writes, in a half-hearted attempt to convince herself it will be so). Now that I've mentioned it, (acknowledging the assignment exists is the first step, right?) I find it incredibly amusing that I've written dozens of papers, so far not failed one, and I still dread them like the second plague. It must be a heart-over-head matter. Perhaps one likes trolling through library shelves and late nights and concise, well outlined critical analysis, and the other doesn't? Good thing they both agree on the Oatmeal.