Ok, so it wasn’t technically breakfast because I wasn’t technically eating.
I came out to the living area this morning and saw the box of Cheerios on top of the fridge and suddenly REALLY wanted some. However, since this isn’t my day to eat, that obviously wasn’t happening. However, I remembered an old habit of mine, chewing and spitting, that could help in this situation. I poured myself a bowl and proceeded to chew and spit those delicious Cheerios. It was quite satisfying.
Unfortunately, my dad came out partway through. He, luckily, didn’t notice the second bowl of regurgitated food. However, his presence interfered with my plans. I sneakily grabbed both bowls and took them to the bathroom, dumped them out, and rinsed them. I was very disappointed I didn’t get to finish.