yesterday i hunted down subway and got a delicious flatbread sandwich with all the fixin's. my favourite sandwich. delicious sweet onion sauce, crispy lettuce, toasted provolone cheese all wrapped up in one of those subway sandwich bag. it was all i could do to not rip open into that sandwich then and there, but i refrained, placed on the car seat next to me (within arm's reach, of course), and drove to work.

i gobbled half that sandwich for lunch. it was delicious. i thought about eating the other half, but i again put temptation behind me, or in this case, put it in the fridge.

i thought about that sandwich last night. i even dreamed about it while i slept. i held off eating it for breakfast, waited through brunch, and by lunch, my mouth was watering. i heaved my pregnant booty off my chair and padded to the employee room. mmm.... sandwich...

only, no sandwich. someone had thrown it away. or eaten it. my yogurt was there- why couldn't they have taken that?

?!???