Here it is midnight on a Friday night, and I'm sitting here at the house working, and I swear there must be a gremlin in my kitchen calling out to me and making me keep getting up and looking through the cabinets and the fridge for something to eat.

I wish someone could explain to me how I can go to the store, spend 200 bucks get home and sit down to work and when I look for food it seems I don't have any?

Something about a Jumbo Jack with cheese and some tacos followed by a s'more is sounding really good right now...