Late-Night Revelation.

It is midnight.
I am finally writing my research paper on organ donation, having finally gotten around to doing the research this evening, having finally mustered the courage to face my topic this afternoon, having finally run out of time to procrastinate today.
Let me see what I have going for me:
A correctly formatted Works Cited page.
An impassioned conclusion.
The beginning and middle I have yet to write.

But how could I, when there are things to cry about on the Internet?
Today it is the Sample Menus on the USDA Food and Nutrition Services website. It makes me nostalgic for something I have never had--balanced meals. Not to say my family hasn't tried, but I always rebelled, and I have yet to master the three-meals-and-a-snack pattern. As it is I usually eat a piece of bread with something on it for breakfast, an apple at lunch, popcorn or saltines when I get home, and some fake-meat with a vegetable for dinner. But those aren't meals and they aren't substantial and sometimes I want all that variety on one plate: a stir-fry with brown rice and a dinner roll, and for dessert crisp and a glass of milk.
Everything neat, apportioned.
I mean, look at Day Two! Cereal with a cup (!!!) of milk and a banana and toast and grapefruit juice! That is, like, 3.5 of my breakfasts.
I doubt anyone follows these because they read so simple. They are suggestions, not plans. But I know families that live in this balanced way and it makes me wish I could be, too. When I try to build a meal I look like a five-year-old playing house. Prunes! With a frozen egg roll! And maybe some dark chocolate to finish!

I still feel like a five-year-old. Even though I feed myself, dress myself, write ten-page research papers on presumed-consent laws:
I'm just a kid, making faces at the camera and running away from grown-ups.