I had a strange dream this morning.

No, it was not retarded-strange like the one about robots hitting patients with baseball bats. This one was strange in a mundane way.

In this one, I was eating french fries. There was nothing else--no aliens, no robots, no dinosaurs--just me sitting there and eating. And eating. And eating. I know this sounds like the most boring dream ever, but damn, those fries tasted really good! And I don't even like french fries.

I soon woke up with an intense craving for... you guessed it... french fries. Must get french fries! I glanced at the clock. 9 AM. Too early. Must get more sleep!

At that moment, I was torn between two things that I love: sleeping and eating. Should I take the 10-minute walk to the nearest fast-food joint? Nah, that would take too much effort. I should just go back to sleep. But I am so hungry! And french fries are so tasty! What to do? What to do?

Unfortunately, I fell asleep before I can make an intelligent decision.