I've had the following conversation with myself every day this week:
I want pie.
Not until you write about Threadgill's.
But Brad's out of town, and I'm bored!
Well, maybe after you do some housework you'll write that blog post and then you can have pie.
mmmm. . . the pie at (cutiepie wagon, monument cafe, etc.) sounds really good. I could drive there after work and have a sensible dinner. and then pie.
Not until you write about Threadgill's.
Vicious circle. So I'm writing this post about Threadgill's so I can have pie. Making a justification for pie. Abnormally craving pie. Going out of my way just so I can have pie.
Best. Addiction. Ever.
