I Ain't Heavy, I'm Your Brother. Or Some Crap Like That

So now that the scale at the baby baking doctor's office is creeping near the "holy shit I am not hitting that!" mark, naturally my cravings are kicking in. I've told ya'll about the cake thing. The horrible, no good, very delicious and yummy cake thing. I bought a bavarian cream cake at work the other night. It was the best nine bucks I ever spent. I ate half of it on one break. True story.

Now it's Subway. I just hit the one by our house and there were ten minutes to spare. Whew. I ate the whole thing in ten minutes. Maybe twelve.

Dammit. Now I will hit that mark.