halftime.

on my floor right now is a copy of ode magazine, the cover of which reads: "you do what you eat: diet determines behaviour--and fights crime." well, i don't know about crime, but this statement was certainly true this evening when, at 9:35pm, i had a sudden craving for cupcakes. my cravings are unstoppable and insatiable; i need instantaneous gratification. not having any cupcakes on hand, i crossed my fingers, put on some pants, and wandered over to the new bakery on the uws. while not my favorite (the cake part is a little dry, but the creamcheese icing is delightful), i was heartbroken to find out that i was 45 minutes too late. now, a normal person would probably have thrown up his hands and gone home, but i didn't. i believe i physically can't. if i had a less discriminating palate, i would be horrifically hooked on some very hard drugs. thankfully, my addictive personality only applies to black-and-white cookies, mini-marshmellows, and, lately, frosted cupcakes. so, after plaintively tapping on the window of the bakery, with the pathetic hope that the storeowner would come rescue me, i embarked on my great hunt, which ended somewhat triumphantly, at a starbucks on broadway. the vanilla sunshine cupcake i ordered was decent enough to satisfy my craving, and on top of that, the salesperson gave me a cute little rendition of "you are my sunshine." she told me she doesn't do that for everybody. i told her that i was touched. all in all, a happy ending.