The Old Tokyo Sandblaster

Last night at like 3, I was getting ready for sleepy time when I remembered that earlier in the day I placed an excess McDouble in the pocket of my leather jacket. I proceeded to find and eat the burger. It kept surprisingly well, actually. Then, when I was throwing out the wrapper (because I'm not a slob!) I noticed an opened box of donuts on the kitchen counter and I became excited for breakfast. I dreamed of those donuts, but by the time I woke up all the powdered ones were gone. I put my fist through a wall.