eating toffee is sort of like having a #19 from Langer’s. you don’t want to share it with anyone, you want the whole damn thing for yourself. it’s like if you only eat half a sandwich/piece your head keeps turning right and left as if something’s missing. hiding the other half of the sandwich is one thing but try splitting a piece of toffee when you don’t really want to…

the problem is that as soon as you eat the whole thing, you kind of wish you did share. whoops.

good thing today the Internet took the day off. no emails since noon. that calls for a good nap.