slicing up bananas for your cheerios seems like a nice thing to do. it makes my cereal look more sophisticated. it's funny though, how the cereal is less 'cheerios with bananas' and more 'bananas with cheerios' now. i can't help but go for all the bananas first. i guess it's a weakness. every few bites i dig around the bananas to pretend that i'm giving all of the cereal my full attention - but it's really the bananas that do it for me. and it's such a fleeting pleasure because they go so fast.

but anyway, i sort of miss running around and doing things. tackling people lightly in the grass... jumping in leaves... hide and seek. can you imagine how ridiculous these things look when i do them on my own? especially tackling myself; i'm sure that looks absurd.

there's this tiny maquette of a hippo sitting here on the desk and i have a sudden urge to throw it in my milk and let it have a swim... but, really, i have no idea where it's been. besides the desk, i mean.

oh, i've found out how bananas in cereal are even more exciting; they sink sometimes and you might accidentally pull one up that you didn't know was there. it's like a prize, i suppose.

... not really.