Late night tacos make Jack a dull boy?

In a moment of weakness last night, I stopped by the great local taco truck and got myself three tacos al pastor.

Seemed like a great idea. I was hungry and you can't beat this place for cheap deliciousness. The tacos were, indeed, incredible -- as always.

Four hours later, though, I had my regrets. Why?

Nightmares. Crazy, terrifying, emotionally draining nightmares. Maybe it's a stretch to believe that delicious tacos eaten at 11:30 pm can cause that kind of psychic anguish.

But if I could convince myself they give me nightmares, maybe I could save all those late-night calories?

Yeah, no...these are great frickin' tacos. Nightmares or no, and I can't be held responsible for myself when I drive by that truck.