Kashi trail mix bars are awesome. Kashi cold cereal is great. Kashi whole grain oatmeal? Reminiscent of baby puke.

Next time, I will just make plain old oatmeal and dress it up, like usual. Maple syrup and raisins and cinnamon makes for morning win.

Not so much the win: no sleep. Rolling around and around like a ball in a bingo tosser. Pretty much wasted what could have been a semi-awesome full moon night.

My mantra: "Tonight I will be in a real bookstore. Tonight I will be in a real book store, with more square footage than my house. Tonight I will be in a real bookstore while my mom is at Build-a-Bear, and I will be able to shove my face in something I haven't been able to find, and it will be good."

The promise of books makes everything better, except my oily skin, goddamn these pills have side effects. I'm glad I only have them for three more days... and I am mostly itch-free. So good.

Looking through that tote I found in the garage, in notebooks and books and plushies, there was a test essay book that I got 67 points (out of 100, I think) on. The teacher wrote inside, "your intelligence comes across, but so does how completely not engaged with the subject you are. Wasted potential is a moral crime."

Well, I'm a fucking moral felon, aren't I? Thanks JW, you can still make me feel inadequate years after I had your class. Thumbs up.