Milkshake

I've been craving a nice, thick chocolate milkshake for days and days. Today, as I walked home through the Castro, I couldn't get it out of my mind. I was going to stop at Burgermeister and order one. They make their shakes with Mitchell's ice cream and they are fucking good. I imagined myself sipping it slowly on the last block of my walk, savoring the cold, sweet velvet on my tongue. And then I imagined the inevitable stomach cramp and feeling like shit about myself for eating something I really, truly do not need. I managed to pass by the burger joint, climb my stairs, and pour myself a tall glass of ice water. Yay me.