5:36am Sunday Morning

I was up rewriting some of Cassiopeia's place; when hunger struck me like a bolt of lightning. I have never gone from, 'not hungry at all' to 'I need food now!', so quickly. So, I walked to the kitchen, stood in the middle of the floor and looked around. I saw a refrigerator with a freezer. I see a few cupboards with all sorts of different snacks, soups, crackers, etc... and then like a beam of light from the heavens, from atop the refrigerator; Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble are looking at me. The delicious fruity pebbles are calling my name and it appears as if I am in a modern-day Bedrock garden that is full of the most ripened, sought-after fruit in the town of Bedrock. I am struck-dumb by this. I go to grab the box which, by the way, is a family size box; and I stub my toe on the cabinet below the fridge. I reach down due to my natural reaction to want to grab my toe to help ease the pain and as I am kneeling down, I hit my elbow on the same cabinet...funny bone area. It was not funny.



I ask myself "Are fruity pebbles worth all of this pain and discomfort?" Of course they are, why are you even wasting time asking yourself this ridiculous question? I look at the cabinet and call it a few choice names, I step back from the fridge and look at the box of cereal again. This time I take a different route to get there. I go to the other side of the fridge, reach up and grab the box. I got it! Now, it's off to the cupboard to retrieve the biggest bowl I can find. I am in luck, I find the big white one with flowers on it. Yeah, that's right, it has flowers on it. I don't care, flowers are nice and they usually smell good. Thinking flowers are nice does not make me less of a man, and besides, it's only a damn bowl that I eat crazy amounts of cereal out of. I can fit about 1/4 of a box of cereal into this bad boy.



So anyway, I put some of those amazingly, superior fruity pebbles into that bowl. I must now retreat back to the fridge to get the milk. As I walk back towards the big cold box, I think to myself "Man, I am glad I am already wearing my favorite hoodie and my super comfortable pajamas. Fruity pebbles, my favorite pajamas and writing...life is beautiful." I now have my cereal and I am ready to eat to satisfy this very random late-night hunger attack. I take the first bite before I even get to the table and for some reason I thought it would be a good idea to inhale the pebbles as opposed to chewing them. Keep in mind, this happened on the very first bite. I didn't really choke but I did have some pebbles that were fruity sorta stuck in my windpipe, which made for the remaining 25 minutes of finishing the huge flower bowl of the most amazing cereal not even close to what it should have been.



What started off as a beam of light from heaven, ended up being a long, drawn-out experience of "No way I am wasting any fruity pebbles" type of situation. I was having trouble swallowing...which is a key component to eating and I was coughing a lot. I do not hold Fred or Barney responsible for any of this. They remained neutral the entire time; even as I was in pain from kicking my own ass on that cabinet, their facial expressions never even changed. Very professional.'Post' should be proud to have such responsible men as their spokesmen for this cereal, especially considering they are cavemen. When, it was all said and done, I did get my cereal, my hunger was put at ease and I was able to continue rewriting some lines to 'Cassiopeia's place but instead, I decided to write this.



Damn, it's super late...6:13am now. I haven't even been to sleep. Today should be interesting. At least it's Sunday. Even a bad experience with fruity pebbles is better than a good experience with Nut N' Honey...Pebbles for life!