Breakfast For Dinner

Is there really anything better than breakfast-for-dinner?

I'm pretty sure breakfast for dinner is the greatest thing ever. It's true. I love many kinds of food, but there is something satisfying about having eggs and toast for dinner. Sort of like you're saying "Screw You!" to meal conformity. Who says toast is for breakfast?

In other news, the monster story/novel is 348 pages long. I'm in a mild panic about this, as it is officially now way to freaking big to be printed by my sad little recreational printer. I think it would grow legs, announce that it hates me, and walk out of my apartment if I asked it to print that sucker out. It would be like mechanical childbirth. It would fry its cute little microchips.

The problem is, I have no freaking clue how to get this damn story to be finished. I have written the beginning, the end, and the middle. Everything is totally connected and neat.

And then I'll be in th shower, or in class, or trying to fall asleep, and suddenly it'll occur to me that I should really develop Phineas's (one of the characters) personality in the beginning of the story better, or that I should incorporate Serris (another character) earlier on, since she is one of the main characters. This keeps happening over, and over, and over. I can't figure out when is a good time to just tell my brain to just shut up and let me finish brushing my teeth.

Maybe I haven't reached that time yet. I mean, if I keep coming up with these ideas, they must have merit, right?

In addition to this, I feel you must know that it snowed last night. Yes, it is freezing cold, and I'm quite confident that the entire Northern Hemisphere is going to freeze, and Dennis Quaid is going to have to come and rescue me when our apartment gets covered by ice. Still. I am so excited, and I can't really explain why. I guess it stems from me living in Portland last year, where it never snows. (Okay, it snowed once, but I was in Boise as it was winter break, and it was only like an inch of snow.) I discovered I like snow way more than I like rain.

And there is something fun about having to wear leggings under your jeans and three layers under your coat. I looked like an idiot as I rode TRAX up to the school and stared at the Wasatch, which is under a nice white dusting. There's just something exciting about the really cold weather. And it's supposed to snow more tonight, and tomorrow, and Wednesday.

Of course, I'm sure I will be sick of snow when it's February and everything is under a foot of snow and the inversion is so bad the news is telling you not to go outside. But it's October, not February, and the air is crisp and clear as a little silver bell.Sure, it's cold, but after a long hot summer, I appreciate a little cold.

Oh, and breakfast for dinner, too.