Sometimes when I'm in the middle of a snowy mid-western state having been away from home for weeks, I'll catch myself thinking as I'm driving along, "I'd *kill* for a double-double, no onions, ketchup/mustard instead right now." Then I actually start thinking which of my friends, specifically, would go under if it would make that burger happen and which I'd spare.

Maybe it's better not to be around me when I'm stuck traveling for too long