Breakfast the Three-Hundred-and-Eighteenth

Cinnamon oaties and apple and mango juice.

I had an excellent idea for a blog post at lunch time today, which naturally I did not write down, and have now forgotten. If I'd remembered it, you might all now be tittering away at some amusing anecdote or other. Instead, you must endure these, the ramblings of a girl who ought long since to have gone to sleep. Do not believe the time-stamp of this blog. It's well past witching hour. I shall never be beautiful on this little sleep, not without the aid of a great deal of warpaint at least.