breakfast is the most important meal of the day

I had a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit for breakfast this morning. I wanted it, I craved it; traffic was quick today, and I got to work 25 minutes early--all signs pointed to Burger King. I went to the drive-thru, and after some confusion over which window to pull up to (advancing and reversing multiple times were involved), I had my breakfast biscuit (plus hashbrowns and orange juice).

Now I feel like I've rubbed grease all over my face, and I feel sick-ish, and more than a little bit unhealthy.

...And yet, it was oddly worth it.