OK, so it's midnight-thirty, and I just got back from the grocery store. First of all, I should be in bed, and asleep, for like three hours now. Secondly, I had one of those moments at the grocery store. You know, one of those realizations where you think, if somebody turned the corner and walked down this aisle *right now,* they would see me and think that I'm totally nuts. And not only would they think that, but THEY WOULD BE RIGHT. Why, you ask? Well, here's why. Because it's midnight, right? And I'm at the grocery store, in the bread aisle. And I'm searching--scanning every shelf, stepping on the bottom shelf to see what's on the top shelf, pushing stuff aside to see what's behind it, scavenging--for whole wheat hot dog buns. WHOLE WHEAT HOT DOG BUNS. Because, you know, hot dogs on whole wheat are SO MUCH better than hot dogs on plain old white buns. Yeah. What's wrong with this picture?