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So, it's nearly 4 in the morning, and here I am awake, at the computer, eating oatmeal because I had some bizarre craving for it while lying in bed listening to the rain. I'm surprised we even had any [oatmeal]. It still tastes as bland as I remember, but the texture is worse. I probably prepared it wrong. Even after accidentally dumping in a huge amount of cinnamon, it still tastes like nothing.

And this storm -- Ernesto; I've been in thunderstorms worse than this. It rains, then it stops, then it rains, then it stops. There is not even that soothing, consistent drumming on the roof to lull me to sleep.