to not watch Top Chef at ten when dinner was at six. Things which, not even featured explicitly, I began to fiercely crave: shrimp cocktail, hashbrowns, fried rice, sesame chicken from the Chinese takeout clear across town, and those little onion straws that come on top of steak. Oh, and steak.

So, followed up with M*A*S*H in hopes of a good scene in the mess tent to sufficiently kill the appetite.

But, was up cooking my second batch of fried eggs on toast at 12:30 AM.