Cheesecake

Seriously. Why can't I quit you?

It's about that time - close to quitting time at work. A quiet, almost desperate lull before I leave the office - or hope to leave the office. In my line of work, this is my deadline to squeeze the last bit of creativity out of my already weary brain.

This is when most of my indiscretions occur.

A taste for something sweet or salty or savoury or just plain-not-in-the-plans-for-me swells within my tummy. Not because he's hungry. Oh, no. But because the little gremlin inside wants to toy with me. Prey on my boredom/discouragement from lack of ideas. The dirty green bastard.


Today,  that gremlin's name is cheesecake. *sigh*