Is it so terrible to want to eat your cake and have it, too?
I am alternately happy and sad. It's damned good cake. Best cake evah. Mmmmm. Forbidden cake.
Wrestling demons makes me melodramatic. Oh, woe is me, I'd rather die. I know, given the actual choice, my answer would change. Cake or death? I'd take the cake. Whipped cream icing on the side, please.
Wrestling demons also makes me write bad poetry. I just wrote something with a dozen rhymes for cake. Heaven help me. I'm fifteen years old again.
Hm. Perhaps I should go eat lunch.