I like oatmeal.

Now, you might be wondering what that has to do with anything. You might even be curious why I'd rather talk about oatmeal instead of the fantastic Exalted game I had on Saturday, or my struggles to install Debian Sid for AMD64 today (didn't boot, downloading the DVD boot disk for testing now), or even how me and Fluffy seem to both be sick. But, I want to talk about oatmeal.

I like it. I have it for nearly every breakfast. The only time I don't have oatmeal for breakfast is when I don't have any or me and Fluffy made breakfast together on Sunday. I know lots of people that love oatmeal, just not quite as much as me. However, two of them, Fluffy being one of them, feel that I ruin my oatmeal.

I like lots of different types, specially the Fruit and Cream types, or the Maple and Brown Sugar. I even eat the Raisin, Date, and Walnut kind. These are all appreciated by my friends and kin, but they still feel that I ruin oatmeal.


Because I like it as soup. I put it in a huge bowl or cup and fill it with water. Little oatmeal flakes floating in it like a snow globe. Then, because I don't eat hot foods, I let it cool to room temperature, and drink it. Every morning. Every morning for five years I've done this.

Somehow, drinking your oatmeal makes it disgusting. I get the faces as if I am talking about Fluffy's Canadian bacon, pineapple, and sauerkraut pizza. I get the faces when I am trying to nauseate someone by talking about disgusting things. I get the same face as when baby poop comes up over the lunch conversation. Somehow, people think my oatmeal soup is as disgusting as what comes out of a baby.

It's amazing how something people can be made horrible by just putting in three times the amount of water they tell you to.

Now, I have reasons for it. One, I like to put it in a cup and it doesn't need a spoon. The other is because I don't eat hot foods. Since I have to leave it alone for about an hour, it turns into a brick of oatmeal if I followed the directions. I don't like bricks. They require forks and knives to eat. But soup, soup just requires a good pair of lips to properly enjoy.

So, in summary: I like oatmeal soup.

And, as of about ten minutes ago, I'm halfway done with NaNoWriMo.

Case of the Morning Zombies (NaNoWriMo, 25,160 of 75,000 words)