My sister bought me a bunch of pastries for my birthday, and just left them in my refrigerator. Like seriously a problematic amount of pastries, that I had to schedule my days around. I work from home, and after a while, I just got used to deking into the fridge for a quick pastry. It was ridiculous, but also a lot of fun.

Anyway, when those pastries finally ended, man… the jonesing I felt when I realised I couldn’t just reach for a pastry all of a sudden…