1999-10-22

C is for crutchy

Comfort Food

Last night I locked my keys in my office, and although I was able to get back in to retrieve them, the whole experience of being halfway to rehearsal when the realization hit followed by the frantic 10-block run back to work in shoes that were not designed for such activity, made me weepy and in intense need of carbohydrates held together with fat and sugar. So it was over to Cafe Expensive for a salad-plate-sized chocolate chip cookie. Do I feel guilty about it? Fuck, no. Sometimes, there must be a cookie involved.

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