cupcakeI’m a logical woman.

I know in my heart that there is absolutely no way that I can justify buying a cupcake right now.

Just because it’s 8:08 p.m. and I’ve got at least 2 hours of work left editing a website that I got this afternoon and seems to go on forever, that’s no reason whatsoever that I should be able to indulge. Especially since I’m not going to go running tonight because I have to get this done. And even more, I can’t have a cupcake because I’m probably going to skip tomorrow’s 6 a.m. track training tomorrow as well.

Nope. I cannot justify a cupcake. I do not deserve one.

Ah, who the hell cares? The country tonight is fascinated with Eliot Spitzer’s sex life and American Idol’s latest results. Not one person on this Earth is going to care if I eat a damn cupcake.

I’m buying the damn cupcake. I’m eating the damn cupcake. And I will love every bite.