Cereal Ordereal

This is what it feels like when my brain isn't working with me:

I decide I'm in the mood for cereal, so I go into the kitchen. I open the refrigerator door. What am I doing again? Think. Right, cereal. I guess I'll need milk. I take out the milk and put it on the counter. I get the cereal out of the cabinet. Uhh... what now? I know I need more stuff. Right, a bowl. Thanks, brain. I open the cabinet with the dishes. Think, wait, think, wait... Glance down at the counter, see the cereal and milk. Oh, yeah, I need a bowl. I grab a bowl. Oh, yeah, I'll need a spoon. I open the drawer.. think.. spoon, right.

And I enjoy my cereal.