When I am too old to make a living but have enough money saved up in order to live quietly in a cottage, I will begin each morning by sipping tea, nibbling on a perfectly crisp English muffin, and doing the newspaper's crossword with a gentle-giant cat on my gentle-giant lap.
But right now, I have been blow-drying my hair for less than a week and am already bored of doing so, I have learned that Honey Nut Cheerios "Milk 'n Cereal Bars" are not as good as they sound, and I have not learned to tumble out of bed without wanting to remain asleep, where dreams are what I make them.
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