I had oatmeal for breakfast this morning for the first time since, oh, probably jr. high. James was going to be sweet and make it for me. He brought me a bowl filled with about a cup and a half of water. I was a bit freaked out; aparently he's never made oatmeal before. I just couldn't beleive that. I remember eating tons and tons of oatmeal when I was a little kid. He said he couldn't remember ever having oatmeal. Weird.
I also remember it being more filling. Sort of like having a stomach full of concrete.
But its only ten, and I'm starving. I'm never going to be able to hold out until lunch. Especially since I've got a salad for lunch today. I think I'm going to go get a bacon and egg breakfast sandwich. Mmmm, healthy.