Ow

I feel like my head was in a pinball machine.

I am totally whacked from working all night until 6:30am and sleeping till noon — which still isn't enough sleep, but I really should get back to that drawing-board. Or board-drawing, rather. Storyboards.

Throb. Throb. It moves around. From the back of my head to the side, back again and into my neck. I must have slept wrong.

This all seems like the kind of crap that no one should care to read about another person. Please, what is the point? I am not so self- I don't know, self-consumed? self-centered? that I think this sort of drivel should be of import to anyone other than myself. Besides, it will pass and a week from now I'll be looking back through previous blog entries and wondering, "Why?"

BUT, I feel inclined to put something in this space and the throb crawling around in my head makes it difficult to write about anything else.


What the hell. I'll give it a try, anyway.

Rice Krispies are great. I love Rice Krispies. They are low in sugar and probably have no nutritional value, but I could eat two heaping bowls of them back to back, twice a day. They're a simple joy, Rice Krispies. One unmuddied by green clovers and purple horseshoes (Lucky Charms). Free of sickening flavors and colors that turn milk into Yoohoo (Fruity Pebbles, Cocoa Pebbles). Refreshingly bereft of whole oats, raisins, and nut clusters (Honey Bunches of Oats, Muesli, and on, anon). No sharp corners that tear the roof of your mouth (Cap'n Crunch) or worse, the lining of your esophogus, resulting in odd chest pains (Golden Grahams). Just those beautifully bubbly, oblong little shells of Snap, Crackle, and Pop delight.

There, that's better.