Breakfast cereal

For as long as I can remember, I've had it in my head that I dislike cereal, except occasionally granola. I just ate a bowl of Cheerios, and realized that I like cereal just fine. The reason that I originally decided I didn't was that when I was little, I always read during meals, and usually got immersed in the book and thus ate slowly; when you do this with cereal, it gets soggy and gross. Now that I actually eat food reasonably quickly, there's no reason to avoid cereal.

Growing up and noticing this sort of thing is weird.

Another odd dream

I dreamed last night that I used a cryptic crossword to help someone break out of jail. In the dream, I was a guy, and the person I was trying to spring was my brother (although he wasn't any of my actual brothers).

I don't have much memory of how the puzzle helped him. Most of the dream consisted of seducing the innocent teenage son of one of the guards, convincing him we were in love, and then cheerfully stomping on his heart once I'd used him to gain access to the prison. Poor kid. My subconscious is apparently kind of a bitch.