if i had the time i’d write an ode to the wonder that is cheerios with sliced up banana in them. but i don’t because i have to go work. i don’t want to go to work, but i gotta. i guess i should find some solace in that the next two weeks will only be three day work weeks.

also, i think it must be written somewhere in the cat constituition that it’s their inalienable right to lick, drink or eat anything that a human is eating in a bowl.