About an hour and a half later, my stomach informed me in no uncertain terms that I was a flaming idiot and it was not happy with my decisionmaking ability. Ouch. Ugh. I spent the rest of the afternoon hating the foodlike substance that I'd polluted my body with.
What was weird is that I found myself craving tofu. Not just wanting some, but actually craving it.
And I'm proud of the fact that not-McDonalds beat McDonalds by better than 2:1.