iHop, iFly.

The realization that I have lost my ability to wake up in the morning with bursts of energy is quite depressing, the buttermilk pancakes that I got at iHop providing nothing but a bitter memory.
I feel like watching The Sound of Music again, just so that I could sing along with the "I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly .. " part of So Long, Farewell.
So Long, Farewell, my life.
So Long, Farewell, the love of my life.
Sometimes I ponder why I do the things I do - why I use a spoon to eat muffins, why I enjoy eating ice cream with a fork.
Why I still believe that certain dishes are still a delight to eat, despite the fact that I know it's unhealthy for me.
(i.e, Filet-O-ShitFish)
Thank God I have people to keep me in check.

Anywho, I've reverted back to the ways of the past, where I would plate my own dishes and stick with refined dining.
I hope fast food hasn't corrupted my palate.