You win some, you lose some.

Some days are McDonald's days. You know it's not good for you. You know there are plenty of other things that don't put you at risk for a stroke at age 30. But you also know that sometimes, there can be nothing better than a large container of McDonald's beautiful, greasy, disgustingly amazing fries and the biggest, most syrupy Diet Coke in the world. The best Diet Coke in the world.

I had one of those days today. Don't worry, it wasn't alone. My roommate, Rachel and I decided after class today that it was a McDonald's day. We had just taken our business law test (our majors are advertising and journalism, mind you) and felt that a quick fix to the dismal, life shattering feeling we were experiencing was McDonald's. Diet Coke and fries for me, vanilla sundae and fries for her. It was fattening, it was greasy, it was embarrassing... and it was pure bliss. We even brought fries and ice cream home to another one of our roommates, Felicia. She had just taken the business law test, too.

Our business law grades go up in a week or so. I see another McDonald's day in our future.