(This isn't friday's official post, this is just a mid-all-nighter procrastination for me. I guess that could make it a "breakfast blurb" for you all. You know, something to read over your Cheerios)

If there was a way to tap into my stream of consciousness and bottle it's contents, it would be one bottle I would not be down take out a swig of. Seriously. You know that whole "angel/devil on your shoulder" visual? I get that alot. Except in real inner monologues, there are no angels and devils. So for the purposes of relaying this conversation to you, I have cast Bowser from Super Mario in the role of devil, and Wilson from Home Improvement in the role of angel.

This whole conversation literally took place in my head in about a 5 second time span, while walking into Van Munching to write my paper, and it proved to me that even I can be shocked at the things I think:

Me: Oh look, the Smith school has a food collection box for the less fortunate.
Bowser: It's midnight, there's no one around. See if there is anything good in there!
Wilson: Stop it.
Bowser: What? He's out of food in his apartment and won't be able to go food shopping until at least Saturday. Do you want the boy to go hungry?
Wilson: He's not going to go hungry. This food is for the less fortunate.
Bowser: Less fortunate? These people have hundreds of people donating things on a daily basis. That sounds like good fortune to me. Adam doesn't have people donating things for him to eat ever! I'd be willing to go on record saying that he is less fortunate!
Wilson: You can't be serious. That's horrible.
Bowser: Pussy.
Me: Shut up both of you. I have to go write this paper.


-Adam