TIRED

"Of course it's good for you.
Eat up, little Timmy, eat up."

Late night McDonald's seems less of a clever idea this morning. That's the thing with the golden arches - it calls out to you, enticing you in, like the fabled sirens singing out to wayward sailors. Then, when it's too late, you wake up feeling like you've eaten salty cardboard.

Well, not so much the salty cardboard this time. I only had a tea and a muffin. I am tired though... and yes, I'm blaming Ronald McDonald. Yeah, Ronald; grabbing the wheel of my car and pulling me into the car park at 9:30pm on a school night. What were you playing at, making me sit there listening to your terrible music and drinking the milky tea you made me ask for and pay for quite politely thank you very much. What a cheek.