So we went in today and I had a Big Mac.
And it was everything I hoped it would be. It was bloody delicious.
We had originally intended to go to the McDonalds on the main street, but when we got there we discovered that due to construction nearby they had to shut it down for the day. Not deterred, we went to the one in the Wal-Mart on the other side of town.
There I got to taste my prize, and I devoured it like a man stumbling upon a feast in the desert.
Afterwards, though, there were problems. We were going to walk around Wal-Mart so my mom could pick up a few things, and as a result of the combination of the sudden influx of food and my still-weakened condition, we didn’t walk much before I started to feel ill.
The problem with the effects of the post-operation is that they’re really hard to describe. Even as a writer I’m unable to come up with adequate ways to tell you what I feel happening in my body. Suffice to say, we had to leave Wal-Mart as I couldn’t continue to walk around, and we headed home.
Despite the ill-effects following eating the Big Mac, I regret nothing. It was indeed the most delicious thing I’ve eaten for many weeks, I loved it.
It’s also shown that I’m not as healed as I had thought I was. My strepthroat has cleared up, but I’m still in no condition to be going out and walking about for more than short distances. I question whether I’m even well enough to be able to walk to the end of the street to check the mail yet.
Still; delicious, obscenely fatty burger.



So I turned on my TV this evening, decided to flip through the guide and see if anything was on. A movie on a local channel caught my eye: About A Boy. This title caught my eye because I remember it being mentioned in Skins, a TV show I’ve mentioned previously because it contains the sexy and talented 