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It's ridiculously cold up here (yahoo weather):

This morning I got up, had my coffee, cleaned up the kitchen a bit, and packed myself a lunch: a peanut butter sandwich, Pringles, pudding, and a couple of miniature Snickers bars. But, in my haste to leave for work and scrape my car off out in the polar-like temperatures, I , of course, forgot my lunch.

So, here it is: lunch time–and knowing that I cannot survive on just the Altoids in my desk drawer, I go pick up something up from Taco Bell. Some of you are going, "Eww, gross!", but I have to confess that Taco Bell brings out the glutton in me. Some kind of evil force in me craves the Combo Burrito. I should curb these desires, though, lest I go "To Hell on a Cream Puff"

Is Taco Bell an agent of Satan? Well, probably no more than any other good food you may crave, but gluttony does have its consequences: beware of the wrath of the bean burrito.