I confess that I really, really need a big-ass Route 44 diet Coke from Sonic, with LOTS OF ICE, to rebalance my chakras.

There, I’ve said it. Of course, the French have an expression for this feeling: nostalgie de la boue. 

UPDATE: The kids whined to go to “McDo” (mac-dough, what French people call McDonalds) today. They’ve never been to McDo in the US, but Julie took them there the other day as a break from the French stuff they’ve been eating. I thought, “You know, it might do me some good to eat McDo.” So off we went. It tasted awful, and I’ve been slightly sick to my stomach all afternoon. For what it’s worth. Then again, I never eat McDo back home either. It’s not that I don’t eat fast food — I love me some Sonic — but McDo, no thanks.