This morning I got it in my head to make a waffle breakfast sandwich. Using Belgian Waffles. And I made it.

When I finished making it it, I realized...I created a breakfast monstrosity. I believed myself a modern aged god, and created a breakfast from my own thoughts. I have flown too close to the sun, and feasted literally on my own hubris. I AM DAMNED FOR ALL TIME.

I got through a third of that sandwich before my stomach was all "No. I'm done. Thank you. For the rest of the day. Maybe the week.

It sits...in the fridge. Watching. Plotting. Always plotting.

DO NOT LOOK DIRECTLY AT THE BREAKFAST SANDWICH LEST YOU GO MAD.

...this is why cheat day is so dangerous...