Denied

Last night while I was lounging around, watching tv, I smelled a cinnamon donut. I'm pretty sure there isn't even any cinnamon in my apartment, let alone a cinnamon donut, and yet I'm positive I smelled it. Since that moment my craving for one has grown considerably, but I haven't been able to purchase said ring-shaped cake fried in fat and covered with light yellowish brown spice due to time constraints and/or forgetfulness. It's no longer about want. It's about need. Pure, fundamental need.
What must have I done in a past life to warrant such punishment? Or perhaps it's for the martini glass?