Current mood deficiency: precisely one (1) cheeseburger.
That's not even so much because I'm sad, as much as just really want a freakin' cheeseburger.
I have all I need to make a cheeseburger in the fridge. I could have a cheeseburger. I have done absolutely nothing-- morally, nutritionally, or existentially-- to deserve a cheeseburger.
So you see my dilemma. This question has vexed Martian philosophers since time immemorial. How do I has cheeseburger without eat cheeseburger?