I interrupt this comic to inform you that the secret of happiness is recklessly spread about within the little flakes of Golden Morn. On mornings when my schedule looks like a clusterfuck, I prepare me a hot bowl of the thing and I'm like, welp, fuck it. There's no proof that Golden Morn helps me make decisions, BUT CAN I HAVE THIS ONE THING?

Show me a photo of a sad person eating Golden Morn. I dare you.