THIS.

It took me nearly 20 minutes to navigate through the cereal aisle, wtf. With the except of that month or so, sometime in the 90s, when I lived on Frosted Lucky Charms and Coffee cause I was a dumbass clubkid, sweet cereal, SUCKS.

Sweet practically anything in the morning, or when first waking is one of the grossest things in the world to me. Pancakes or waffles are a dinner or drunk meal. Frosted mini-wheats are cookies, they are to be eaten one at a time, dunked in milk. NOTFORBREAKFAST.

I felt like the church lady stuck in the middle of a gay orgy, trying to navigate all the disgustingly sweet cereal. Did you know that there is now ADULT cereal with fucking CHOCOLATE in? If anyone still wonders why this is a country of diabetics, look at what's considered acceptable breakfast food.

Enough soapbox highhorsing.

I finally found some Kroger brand, plain, shredded wheat. The entire contents of the ingredients is: WHOLE GRAIN WHEAT. And under it WARNING: Contains Wheat. Ya think? Also they didn't have the 9th kingdom or 7th heaven or whateverthefuck brand of soy milk I've gotten before (I prefer trader joe's organic unsweetened, but it's a difficult store to get to), so I tried that Silk brand. Accidentally did not get the unsweetened, but fortunately also did not get the vanilla. Vanilla soy = *gag*.

I just had a bowl, as you can see, and it was exactly right. THAT's what cereal is to me, that's the TASTE SENSATION I grew up with.

Also, Applebees nearly killed me. I don't know what it was, pretty sure it wasn't the tiny desert. But the 15 or so minutes after we left were hell, I was sure I was going to vomit all over the bus stop. I've thrown up in public exactly twice in my life, happily it is still only twice. J got me a bottle of water, I sat on the ground, and it passed. I have no idea. It was horrible, there were hot and cold flashes and tunnel vision. Maybe I had the shortest food poisoning ever. It is a mystery.

Also, Also,

Alsoalsoalso, FUCKING WIND, wtf wind?

Blew me off the curb several times, tried to blow me into traffic.

Ha-HA! Blow me.

This is one of those times where some device should be sensing my level of tired (or drunk or sick), and preventing my use of the internets.

Blow me.

CLEAN CUP, CLEAN CUP, MOVE DOWN, MOVE DOWN

I slept like the dead, I don't even remember any dreams, woke up to elleventy-billion missed calls. Ok only 4, and 3 were from my mother. She and the grandfather are coming to visit and bring me some stuff. Mother does not recognise the rescheduling of birthdays you know.

And J ordered me some thai food for my birthday as the one little thing instead of a cupcake with a candle in. This is better. Panang beefs are currently burning my face off. It is really really good.



Then the birthday shit should be done with, to be continued several months in the future. Probably being dropped off at fry's then doing other stuff tonight.

J is working about 60 hours next week, which means 20 hours of (strongly suggested) overtime, and 6 days in a row, cause it's his Sunday week also. So I dunno if we're doing anything even little for him on Monday night, probably just shoving food at him and then running away.

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Fry's trip, these are my purchases.