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All day I've been dreaming of apple fritters. Warm apple fritters. Warm apple fritters from a bakery that happens to be on the way home from work, a bakery that just happens to make the best apple fritters I've ever had. I can taste them in the back of my throat. I can smell them. And yet I am going home to eat a chicken-and-cauliflower dinner.
And another thing I have been thinking of today, when the drool threatens to leave me all dehydrated and stuff, is my birthday present to myself. I'm a big believer in this particular brand of self-indulgence, or indeed any brand of self-indulgence (except for uncontrolled impulse, which probably it's best not to get started on that one without a therapist on emergency standby), and usually I have something in mind well in advance. Like, months in advance. This year, though, I'm having a problem narrowing it down, and so if nothing changes, the time will come to self-indulge and I will be drawing one of three items from a hat. The idea of leaving everything up to chance: it is fucking killing me, people, and so I'm doing my usual product research with an eye not so much to finding the best possible price or the best product that my budget allows, although there's that too, obviously; lately, I'm just hoping for one ravishing detail which will throw me firmly onto the path of one over all others.
Life is sometimes very hard.
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And another thing I have been thinking of today, when the drool threatens to leave me all dehydrated and stuff, is my birthday present to myself. I'm a big believer in this particular brand of self-indulgence, or indeed any brand of self-indulgence (except for uncontrolled impulse, which probably it's best not to get started on that one without a therapist on emergency standby), and usually I have something in mind well in advance. Like, months in advance. This year, though, I'm having a problem narrowing it down, and so if nothing changes, the time will come to self-indulge and I will be drawing one of three items from a hat. The idea of leaving everything up to chance: it is fucking killing me, people, and so I'm doing my usual product research with an eye not so much to finding the best possible price or the best product that my budget allows, although there's that too, obviously; lately, I'm just hoping for one ravishing detail which will throw me firmly onto the path of one over all others.
Life is sometimes very hard.
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