Hanging out at Foundation last night I managed (as usual once I get sitting around in there with a few friends) to be three sheets to the wind by the time I stumbled up the alley toward home.
When I woke up this morning I was unsure if I was still drunk or just had an empty stomach. I walked heavily out of my room to make some coffee and have a thought (a long, uneventful one) while standing in the middle of the floor waiting for the last drips out of the filter to land in my mug. I concluded I was hungry. Since I'm poor at the moment I pretty much just have cans of beans and oats in the cupboard, so oatmeal it was.
I know that people have always said that eating oatmeal every day is the key to living a long life, and for the first time ever I've agreed - even that it could be the cure for 'fuzzy brain'. I am feeling pretty good all of a sudden. I guess I can go wash my face.
I'm gonna live a long life for super cheap, man.