Fyat Cyat

Yes, it's true: I ate too much last night.  Maybe it was the rush of seeing all of my college friends in town, maybe it was the result of working out too hard earlier in the day, or maybe it was simply because I am a fyat cyat, but I had not one but two late night meals.

First stop: Last Call Dogs, a late night food truck service that meats (hiyo!) all of your midnight cravings.

Second stop: The White Spot, where the patties taste strangely delicious despite being stored next to the bathroom door.  Whatever, I'm sure all of the bacteria are killed during the cooking process.  Right?  Right??

Now, why do I feel so guilty after eating six meals yesterday?  FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS!