Donuts!

So, I'm checking my mail tonight and what's there but the lament of Lent and the sacrificial non-eating of donuts. Not doughnuts, like a little fry cake or something somewhat healthy, but donuts, with mega sugar, fat, the kind Homer likes. Donuts.

I never eat donuts, but you have to understand that because I cannot eat after midnight tonight and cannot drive for a week after that, I start to get food obsessed. Like on Christmas, when you know the stores are closed tomorrow and you might want___ so you better get it now, even if you never want it, you better get it now.

And everyone starts talking about donuts. The Dunkin here closes at 10, so I know, I've got to get the donuts. I buy 1 dozen chocolate cream and eat 3.

God bless it, don't talk to me about donuts, especially about not eating donuts, cause it makes me crazy.
I honestly believe it giving in to crazed obsessive thoughts, because otherwise they Bloom into real white knuckled thoughts.
So I ate the donuts and got it out of my system.
Please don't anyone talk to me about food for the next week.