I was pouring my cereal in a bowl this morning thinking about how 10 years from now, I will have absolutely no recollection of this minor event, unless a big brown bear smashed through the wall at that very moment. If that were to happen, I would inevitably recount that story by saying how I was just minding my own business, pouring a bowl of cereal and all of a sudden... etc. etc. etc.
It also happens to be laundry day. We really don't remember these moments in between. My meaningless cereal pouring on the morning of December 8th 2012; the 22nd anniversary of the death of John Lennon; the date that Dimebag Darell was shot to death on a stage in Ohio; My sister's birthday. All of these events are effortlessly etched in the forefront of my mind on this date... but my cereal and laundry will be lost.

Goodbye my Rice Crispies, you were my arbitrary choice of morning sustenance. The event of my pouring you, dousing you with milk and your consumption shall forever be forgotten... unless I write a blog about it.
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