With Apologies To Morgan Spurlock
Today was the day. The day that happens, by my reckoning, once every 8 or 10 weeks. Today was the day that my hormones combined with my allergy medicine, my bank account and my insomnia. When this happens I hear a voice in my head that screams "FEED ME A BIG MAC, FRIES AND A CHOCOLATE SHAKE."
Now, I know that just last week I wrote about fat people (I'm one) and how their eating habits are their own business. My eating habits have been pretty good, overall. In my normal waking life I've reached an age where fast food holds about the same appeal as Bubble Tape and Lik-Em-Aid Fun Dip, that is to say "none". But on these rare occasions I can't be stopped. I must have that one particular food combination.
So I did. And I'm happy.