Assburgers syndrome...

Two days after an unscheduled and thoroughly unabashed bowling alley junk food feast, the chemical corn-dog dreams of madness continue. Food is a hallucinogen to me now - any deviation from the relatively clean farmers' market/Trader Joe's regimen and I'm thrown into Wonderland. As interesting as the dreams are, junk food makes you feel physically awful. Like there's plastic in your veins. All that said, I feel as though I'm in a period of acute awareness - an ability to see things that have been hiding right in front of me for ages. Could it be the mozzarella sticks?