It is close to an end.

Earlier this week, I went, for some unknown reason, mad for an apple fritter. I know they are death — the quality of the food, the combination of it all — I know. And yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about having one.

The little stand at the CalTrain station in Mountain View sells them in the morning. But I resisted. On Monday. On Tuesday. Except on Tuesday, I made Lauren walk with me from Starbucks to Panero Bread to Safeway to Specialities before going into the office — just for an apple fritter.

None of them had one.

Yesterday I once again resisted at the train station. I was determined to find something a little better. Or destroy the craving.

And then, this morning, after turning the train stand down again, after looking in Safeway “just out of curiosity,” I go to write in Starbucks. And damn if they don’t have a roll line of them staring at me.

Crap.

I might have to give in today. I’d say I could wait until tomorrow, but why bother?

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