Yes, it’s 2:51 a.m. on Sunday morning and I’m sitting here wishing I could eat a banana.
Alas, I can’t digest bananas anymore. Ever since my semester in Rome (2001), eating a banana basically takes away my will to live for approximately four to five hours. NOT WORTH IT.
But wouldn’t a slightly unripe cold banana be delicious right now?
(Go to sleep, self.)