Cocoa Puffs are evil.

They really are. Evil little puffs of chocolatey goodness. They lure you in with their seemingly harmless cuteness...and before you know it, you are stuffed, bloated, unable to breathe normally, and just plain uncomfortable.

Bad, BAD cocoa puffs. They must swell up or something once they get in your stomach. I'm seriously uncomfortable here. Whoa...

Don't ask why I'm posting this. It's almost 3 a.m., I'm tired and delirious, don't know why I'm awake, and I decided to have a bowl of cocoa puffs. Now I'm suffering the consequences. I really hope I don't dream about that stupid 'Cucoo for cocoa puffs' bird. That would just be the straw, you know? The one that broke the camel's back and all.

By the way, it was a big bowl. A big, stupid, full bowl. You'd think I would learn a lesson from this. But I won't. This isn't the first time I've witnessed the evil side of cocoa puffs. And I'm sure it won't be the last. I'm hard headed like that. By morning, I'll have forgotten all about the incident, and I'll stumble to the pantry, half asleep, reaching without even thinking for that sinister box of pain puffs.

I've got to go sleep.....