Five minutes ago as I sat on my bed "working" on my final assignment for my journalism class (the one worth 40% of my grade) I realized I was lonely. So I did what any mature, slightly overweight, college girl would do- I called upon my dear old friend, Carbs. I know, I know, carbohydrates make you sleepy- that's why I grabbed a red bull too (sugar-free, no worries).
As I made my way to the kitchen, I was relieved, no, ecstatic to see what my roommate and her boyfriend had foolishly left behind. The glimmers of light shining off of the tin foil wrapped about it ever so gently nearly blinded me the minute I stepped into the kitchen. There it was just resting there on the countertop, practically begging me to cut a thick, soft slice. And I did. After toasting my inch thick (at least) piece of bread, I smothered it in butter, sugar and cinnamon. BUT the butter was imitation butter. So it was basically like a power/health snack, especially with the bananas and walnuts in the bread.
It was absolutely the most pleasurable, undeserved, late night reward ever. I think I'll have another.
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