It’s 11:15 p.m. on a Monday.
30 Rock is on the TV, there’s a crushed can of seltzer on the coffee table, and I’m experiencing one of life’s great joys: hammering bowl after delicious bowl of Special K Red Berries.
Well, more specifically, I’m sucking down medically inadvisable amounts of its Trader Joe’s knockoff, Flakes and Strawberries.
I’m hunched over my bowl, trying my best not to spill milk on the old Life Is Good T-shirt I have on while simultaneously turning the volume up so I can hear Tina Fey over my thunderous crunching.
Thus begins the vicious cycle of finishing my bowl and turning the volume back down because, well, surely that’ll be the last one I have tonight—but it never is.
There is no “last bowl.” There is only “running out of milk.”
Let me explain.
