I was going to write this inspiring post about the Olympics, and I still might, but I keep getting interrupted by the growl of my stomach. I am really unable to think of anything else. I can't even formulate this sentence without thinking about food. Food. I've been wanting a burger for quite some time. In-N-Out. Or pizza. Interesting fact: I don't like cheese, so my pizza is pretty much a triangular breadstick; it's unusual but I love it nonetheless. Speaking of breadsticks, I really want the unlimited soup and salad from Olive Garden. I don't even care that it's hot outside. I steaming bowl of soup, accompanied by endless breadsticks and salad sound exactly like what I should be eating right now. A buffalo chicken sandwich from Subway would satisfy my cravings too, though. Yum, warm bread and my choice of veggies. Yes, I will have it my way. Wait, that's Burger King, which doesn't sound bad either. I've been craving a Whopper for some time. Mm, I can already smell it. I also want cake. My mom made chocoflan yesterday so my dad could take to his co-workers and I couldn't have any, sadly. I really want some sort of dessert. Cookies. I love cookies. NO. I WANT BROWNIES. It's always an appropriate time for brownies. Speaking of always an appropriate time, WINGS. I want wings. Wing Stop wings and fries. Yum. Or maybe the mango habanero from Buffalo Wild Wings. Mmmm. I JUST WANT FOOD. I really think I need to eat before I lose my mind.