McDonalds.

Me with thousands of calories left to eat. Heaven.

So here's the story. Today was a freezing cold day, I had to get up for 8am in prep for four hours of lectures (it's a hard life being a student after all), and to be honest, I wasn't in the mood. But after my lectures had finished, I decided to go to Hanley with my housemate Sam.

Because I'd been up early, I completely skipped breakfast, so my stomach had been growling at me through those long hours, especially when listening to my public affairs lecturer discuss politics and pressure groups. So when I got into Hanley, the first decision was what to have for lunch, and it was agreed that McDonalds was where we would go.

Now I know it's morally wrong, I know it's been proven bad for you and I know that being the poor student as I am, maybe I should just stick to making my own food in my own house. But shoving a greasy burger down your throat is pleasure which cannot be equalled (and I seriously mean that). So for that, I decided to opt for a medium McChicken sandwich meal and even made room for a cheeseburger on the side.

I know that eating all this rubbish will probably affect me sooner rather than later, but ah well. You only live once!