National Oatmeal Month, and other concerns....

Yes, folks, it's that time of year again: National Oatmeal Month.
Most likely moved by an unseen psychic network which keeps people up to date on silly celebrations, I bought a bag of steel cut-oats, which we've now been eating for three days in a row. Wonderfully crunchy and yummy, plus available in whole-grain. I do recommend them. (And besides, if you don't buy them because I said so, the psychic network will make you do so, anyway.)

You know, the list of things I can eat is slowly being whittled down to nothing. Some new banned foods are: large amounts of soy products, any sort of mildly milky chocolate, peanut butter, anything made with peanut butter, and anything containing white flour. Also sugar.

So I'm a householder tonight in the front school. I've moved past the "vomiting-every-five-minutes-and-passing-out-every-ten" stage, and I'm on to the "fear is useless, I'm just gonna have fun and hope I don't suddenly develop Tourette's during the talk" stage. It'll be fun. I just have to keep in mind the fact that I could probably ruin someone's well-written talk with a simple slip of the tongue.
No pressure.
No pressure at all.
Excuse me, I have to go throw up now....

Also, it has come to my attention that I need this travel mug. (Of course, that also means that I need $15 first....)