Making S'mores

Sometimes I get my best ideas when I can't sleep. For example, last night I came up with a story idea. I haven't thought up a plot in a while so I was excited. Unfortunately, I went to sleep before I wrote it down and now I completely forgot what it was. Isn't just how life is? When we finally catch a break, we do something to ruin it and then there goes our chance. Life is always throwing that at me. Sort of like when you stick a marshmallow in the fire and you turn your head for a breif second and when you look back at it, it's only because everyone is shouting at you because its on fire. And by the time you finally get the flames extinguished, it's too late and you have to let it fall to the fire. Imagine doing that with every marshmallow that gets handed to you. How incredibly frustrating. That's why I sort of refuse to make hypothetical s'mores. First off, they are loaded with sugar and carbs, and second, because making something like a sandwich is much less threatening... unless of course you have a dog sitting near by in which case it would only be a matter of time before you look away and the dog snatches it from your hand.