What have I done?

Recently i found five dollars next to a hooker and so i scurried away and squandered it on my most cherished of all addictions. I bought 3 packs of Croissant Pockets. My only fear now is that after such a quantity of high-class pockets i will have set the bar too high for myself. Will i ever be able to enjoy the elegant simplicity of regular Hot Pockets again? I can feel it; the full weight of my error sinking in. Crispy, crunchy, tender, and flaky are no longer enough for me. I now also desire buttery. I feel the darkness creeping in.