Frosted cheerios baked in cake.

I wonder if that would work.

It is 2 o'clock in the morning and that is what I'm thinking about.
Not about the two 400-500 word essays I have to write tonight.
Or the fact that I will have to be at work in less that 7 hours.

Oh, no.

Instead, I listen to the Colbert Report and think about food.
Because that's just how I roll.

What keeps me going? What keeps me from throwing myself into manic despair?
In 12 hours, it's the weekend.
[Weekend = EDP. Shakespeare Festival. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.]