Ugh.  I went out for fast food tonight and after some hemming and hawing I went to McDonald's and got the buttermilk chicken tenders I saw advertised on TV during football.  They taste great.  Buttermilky, even.  But for some damn reason -- I think I felt hungry -- I bought ten of them.  Not only is a ten-piece ten bucks (!!!), but by chicken tender No. 5 I was full.

Like I said before, I keep complaining that my parents force me to eat so much, but how in the hell can I complain about that when I make the decision to eat too much?!