McDonald's Breakast: When you know it won't be a good day.

Breakfast is the most important part of the day.

Especially for me. I grew up eating cereal and milk every morning for pretty much my entire life. Sure, there were pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, etc., every now and then on a weekend, and the breakfast's out in various restaurants, but other than that, cereal all the way. This of course ingrained a strong sense of urgency in making sure that there was adequate milk and cereal of some kinda at all times. Nothing quite like waking up, getting ready, opening the 'fridge door, and then being surprised at how light the milk just was. So very sad.... Do you remember those "cute" commercials for paper towels where the kid leans over and dumps out a jump of milk on the floor? Those commercials make me angry. Such a waste of milk....

So, (in case you were slow) today there was no milk. Downside to having a roommate: He doesn't drink milk enough for me to judge when we'll be out. The moment I realize I do not have the two requisite items for the creation of breakfast cereal, I panic, staring at the 'fridge/cupboard, lost as to what I should do next. Make eggs or waffles? No time. Oatmeal? I get hungry an hour and half later. Fruit? I don't think so. Also, there is no fruit... This requires that I somehow force my mind to wrap around the concept that today's breakfast choice will require thought.

So, of course, I think of McDonald's. The great thing about a McDonald's breakfast is that I know one is on the way to anywhere I'm going, I know what to expect, and I know I can get it quick. The downside (in the event you haven't thought of a half dozen reasons already) is that you can actually feel part of your soul dying as you eat it. Ever see a movie where the demon/devil character touch a flower, and the flower shrivels and dies before your eyes? It's very similar to that. But of course the psuedo-deliciousness of it fools you into continuing your mistake, cruising along the road, getting rid of the hunger but feeling your soul slowly slip away into the McD hell.

Why, milk jug, why do you bring this upon me? Cereal box retains its honor and integrity, always being ready to provide grain-filled goodness that's packed with 11 vitamins and minerals. Yet, it is always you, milk, that is found lacking. Sure, you don't always turn up empty, but if you can't provide enough of what I need, then it isn't enough. You have failed me, and in doing so, led to my own failure in visiting the earthbound hell that is McDonald's breakfast. I shall never forgive you. NEVER. As soon as I return home, I am replacing you with a full jug of milk. It is my hope, my prayers, that this milk jug will not fail me as you have, and as so many jugs before you have failed.