01.25.2003 - 4:20 pm

This is totally dorky. I wrote it Thursday at work and sent to Nick.

Woe is me for not listening.

My stomach spoke at 7:21 am,

for it wanted a donut.

The sweet sticky kind,

layers of dough dipped in cinnamon,

rolled and dunked into frosty icing.

Alas, my brain said:

NO! You shall have a bagel,

with cream cheese!

And it was OK.

But my stomach still spoke.

It wanted the donut.

Resistance, denial, kicking...

I gave in.

I heated that donut for 15 seconds.

I inhaled that donut in 30 seconds.

Gone too quickly was the enjoyment of a donut.

Now I feel regret.

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