In the midst of my sickness last weekend, I did my best to follow advice that really didn’t sound too hard: eat a lot, turn off all possible distractions, and sleep until your body decides it’s time to wake up.

Everything was going well until I took a nap on Saturday afternoon. What was meant to be a rest-my-eyes session turned into more of a sleep-way-past-dinner coma. Whoops.

As I stared at the clock and tried to figure out what was going on, it occurred to me I was hungry and really needed to do something about that. Given that it was already after midnight and I didn’t exactly have a ton of energy, naturally my thoughts went to how great it would be for someone to provide food for me.

Since I don’t yet have lottery winnings to provide for a personal chef, and Natalie Portman decided to go in another direction, all I could hope for was some type of delivery service. Pizza didn’t sound great. Neither did Chinese. What I really needed was some Wendy’s.

So, in super-productive fashion, I addressed the situation by sending out a melodramatic tweet:

Below my message, you see a reply from Jason, who happens to have just visited the Philippines. As you can see, Wendy’s does deliver in Manila. (You can read more about Jason’s travels on his blog).

Not only does Wendy’s deliver, but you can even order online. The website says there are 31 locations in the country. They certainly have something to teach the thousands of Wendy’s restaurants here in the United States who make me go alllllll the way to them.

As my delirious dreams of delivery faded that night, I started thinking about a backup plan. That involved actually pulling myself out of bed and making the two-mile drive to Wendy’s myself.

Then I closed my eyes for a second — just a second — and somehow it was 3 a.m., long after Wendy’s had closed. Thank goodness I had some Cocoa Puffs.