It is so late. I cant stop craving and needing cupcakes. My mind wont rest. I lay in bed. Drifting in and out...but I cant do anything but dream of cake. I know I dont have cupcakes. I dont want to drive to get cupcakes and I have everything I need to get up and make a cake myself. So, I do. I get up and wait for the cake to bake. I dont even use a bowl, I mix everything in the pan. I want this done, I want to plow all of the yumminess into my fat mouth. I sit, half awake, and begin to eat bite after bite. It is def hitting the spot. I can not believe how much I demolish so quickly. It is ... Show more