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Ah ha! It came to me while I was on the can.
What? Don't profound thoughts come to you as well on the can? You should've heard the first line for my defence,
"I was on the can this morning.."
Okay, so that is NOT how you're supposed to open your defence.
Anyway, whenever I eat oatmeal, I like adding some brown sugar to it. Since I haven't been using the brown sugar a lot, it had all dried out and turned into one large rock of sugar. Getting anything out is difficult and requires a lot of elbow grease and spoon scraping. I had ideas in my head to waft steam into the jar to loosen the sugar, or to make a portable steam device to prevent this incident from happening, but nothing came to fruition. Yesterday morning, I found a piece of bread in the sugar jar. I found that a little odd, but when I opened the jar I noticed the sugar granules were all loose! It's a miracle! I guess my mom put it in there after seeing me scraping away for a few grains of sugar the past week. Man, had I known (or remembered) many sore arms and bent spoons from previous years would've been avoided.
While I'm here, I remember bits from last night's dream. I remember one part where I was moving a group of little people across a dangerous water type setting with a single path choked full of monsters. Apparently there was also a hidden path, but the path was the same colour as the water so it was difficult to find. There was also some sort of fog of war so I couldn't see anywhere in front of me even though I was flying around. Eventually, we crossed this water thing and ended up in a small area where there were a number of plants. It looked like some sort of puzzle, and one of the plants, if you touched it, would let go of whatever it had in it's mouth and then take a piece off the closest plant, object, me. Well, one tried taking out my knee.
