The Evil Empire

I am sitting in McDonalds.  Technically, I hate McDonalds.  (Well, except for their hash browns.  I really love those, no matter how much I try to tell myself that I don't.)  I watched some awful movie a few years back about how Ronald's french fries look the same after sitting in a jar for 6 months.  They don't grow mold or decompose.  Fascinating, really.

Anyhow, I'm in McDonalds surfing the internet working before my appointment with my naturopathic doctor.  She tells me to eat things like Brazilian nuts and seaweed.  She thinks McDonalds is an empire of evil.

I hope she doesn't smell their french fry oil on me.