I used to love late night snacks. Even during college, but mostly during high school. That age I mean. Doing whatever it took to make a rice cake yummy. So much jam, usually. Today’s jam too. Never yesterdays. Now it’s a hassle. Now I’d rather go to bed than make toast. Maybe because it’s a sandwich thin and not real toast, but still. I get queasy with too much sweets now. It’s awful. I much prefer all night Dr. Pepper and eggs at four in the morning than feeling guilty about toasted sandwich thins with fruit spread before eleven-thirty. Like I’m a Gremlin or something.