lest I end up like Glenn Beck- when I realize, shit, oatmeal isn’t doing a damned thing. Four days of cramming this stuff down my gullet and I have yet to have one freight-train bowel movement. I need some corn or carrots- something that will render a good scratching on it’s way out. SOmething that comes down the pike like a jet propelled chimney brush, that’s what I’m talking about. Oatmeal. Phah. No wonder I hate the stuff.