Nighthawks at the Diner

Last night I ate a plate of bleu cheese and cheddar french fries the size of my head.

"But mighty overlord!" you say, "You've told us that you are on a diet!"

And indeed that's true, my horrible little pets, but as a great philosopher once said, "Everything in moderation, including moderation."

True it will set me back a few days on my diet, but the chance to practice the wonderful sin of gluttony on as massive a scale as this does not come along every day.

My friends and I discovered a diner here in our town that had been featured on The Food Network, and decided to try it out. So the five of us piled into our Deathmobile and met another friend of ours at the place. I partook of the aforementioned cheese fries, along with an incredible reuben sandwich and a vanilla shake. Truly there is no wonder in Heaven, Hell, or Earth to match a good diner. Suffice to say, there was much weeping (with joy) and gnashing of teeth, and everyone went home with full stomaches and leftovers.

When I got home I spent the rest of the evening lounging around on the computer playing Second Life (an incredible online virtual world to which I'll have to devote a post or two sometime soon) until it was time to retire to my coffin for the night.

All in all a wonderfully, horribly, sinfully indulgent evening.