It is now 3:28 am. I made a feeble attempt at sleeping. Epic fail. After much agonizing & debate...self loathing & such,I decided to unwrap said coconut cream pie I had mentioned earlier that was so deliciously hand crafted by a fellow co-worker. I might even go as far as to call it "Artisanal".
(Which by the way,I detest that word and how companies have taken to slap that label on everything just to sell it to the masses,be they hipster or otherwise.)
So,I have decided to have a slice of this delicious pie at like 3 something am,when I should be soundly sleeping.
Why should I feel guilt? I'm an adult after all.
Isn't this the kind of moment you dreamed about as a small child when you wanted something sweet late at night & your parents said,"No it's too late to be eating pie!"
Fantasies about sneaking down to the kitchen & stealing a turkey leg,or making a hot fudge sundae like in a Tom & Jerry cartoon...Ok,wait...am I the only one who's gone through this as a child?
Maybe I need serious couch time with a therapist like Tony Soprano or something.
So anyways,I gave in...had said pie...and with a nice big blob of Redi-Whip topping on it to boot!
The shame came & went.
I'm still not sleepy.
I'd better go respond to this awesomely detailed,hilarious PM I received before I crash from the sugar boost.
Soon morning will come...this brings the promise of fresh brewed coffee...AND more pie.
I am an adult after all.