It's nine o'clock. You're kinda hungry. Not quite that hungry to keep you from sleeping, but hungry enough to know that if you don't eat, you'll wake up hungry. It's a Thursday night and you got nothing to do. So you choose to eat, quench your hunger. The problem is, you have no food at this lonely place that people consider your home. So you think some more, just go to sleep when you aren't even tired, or drive somewhere and eat something that you know your taste buds find good even though everyone, including yourself knows it's bad. You choose the latter of course, you're a grown adult, what the fuck are you doing sleeping at nine o'clock for.
There are so many choices to choose from. There was that place you always wanted to try. But it's probably closed, even though you didn't even check. Sit down restaurant? Yeah right, that would require you to change out of your sleeping clothes. You may not care about what you put in your body, but you damn sure are this self conscious enough to care about how strangers perceive you. The only choice, and you knew this thirty minutes ago, was fast food from a drive thru.
There are still so many choices. McDonald's, Burger King, Wendy's, Taco Bell, Jack in The Box. They are all close, all a drive away. But, ooh, Jack in The Box, they have that special six dollar munchie meal. Even though you never really said, ooh; their menu has become the comfortable norm for you.
So you embark on a journey to the local Jack In the Box. You have made the same trip, four times in the past two weeks to pick up a munchie meal, that will very temporally bring you a short lived particle of enjoyment that will redundantly end quickly. You get it, plus the coke you're planning on mixing with bourbon. You eat it in-front of the computer you stared at for ten hours before committing this gluttony, not unlike the computer you stared at for 40 plus hours at the office. You eat it all. You consumed more calories in ten minutes than a North Korean commoner consumes in a day, 1756 calories; you looked it up.
In the distraction of your boredom, masquerading as this pseudo hunger, you forgot to peel off that McDonald's Monopoly ripoff, game piece off the box. You desperately hope that it's some large chunk of money will get you out of your self imposed funk, even though that stats class you took in college says that it's improbable. You peel it to reveal that you've won a free Jack's Munchie Meal. You stare at it for a short while, digesting the food and state of your perpetuity, then placing it in your wallet, saving it, maybe for tomorrow.