This morning I sat down to have breakfast at the not-so-breakfasty hour of 11am. This unto itself is neither a mind-boggling nor ground-breaking concept, as I'm fairly certain that somewhere in the world, right at this very instant, someone is eating breakfast when it is in fact closer to lunch. This of course presumes that one has lunch around the noon o'clock mark, and that said lunch does not consist solely of a pack of Skittles.
Back to breakfast, though. As I removed a bowl from the cupboard, I was given pause to reflect on yesterday's bit of nowhere. I had tried something satisfyingly different then by adding chocolate milk to my Special K. And being a slave to recent trends of all shapes and sizes (the current shape being a dodecahedron), I thought to myself: "Hey, I could have sworn I was wearing pants."
But that's another story.
I then thought to myself: "I liked yesterday's slight change of pace. What can I do today to make it even more interesting?" So I stared first at my bowl, then at my box of Special K cereal, then at my carton of chocolate milk. And after a moment I came to a decision. Instead of having a bowl of Special K with chocolate milk, I'd just eliminate the proverbial middle man, and go with a bowl of chocolate milk.
Currently I can feel the sucrose flowing through my system, much like how hypochondriacs claim to be able to feel a virus spreading from one part of their body to the rest. I'm sure to be wired for the next few hours. Likewise I'm also sure that no good can come of this. But what's important is that I tried something new today. At least that's the theory, anyways.
posted by Phillip at 7:27 AM
