No matter how hungry you are. No matter how desperate the situation may seem. And no matter how scrumdillyumptous it may sound, after 10:30 at night Taco Bell is never, Ever, EVER (and I can't stress this enough) a good idea.
Why in the world did I think that consuming melty cheese and tons of fire sauce (mixed with mild for flava) would help me drift off into sleepy land? Why in the world did I think I would then have pink tinged, puffy cloud, rainbow-filled dreams? Why in the world did I ever consider myself an intelligent person??