It helps to be able to block out real world concerns like a champ. These poptarts are my total indulgence. Other women demand diamonds and expensive perfume (I guess, in my whole life I've never met a woman like that, but TV keeps telling me that's so) but I want real Pop Tarts and flavored coffee.

I don't just feel rich now, I feel spoiled rotten. And a wee bit guilty...and worried about the peasants storming the manse now and forcing me into a musical about the French Revolution. I can't sing. Or wear a low cut blouse tucked in.

I should probably stop eating stuff with sugar in it....