Dear Holiday Season,
I do enjoy you greatly. You are my candle in the wind when getting through the late November/early December work day. But I often forgot one thing: you make me bloat up like a Macy's Day float.
Yes, I realize you aren't forcing all those cookies down my throat. And no, I didn't have to snack on an entire baguette by myself last night. Holiday season-themed beer always taste so damn good too.
So, much like many Americans today, I plan on enjoying one last day of full on gluttony and then PRAY that I may feel sick enough tomorrow to stick with a raw food cleanse or something to get all this "holiday" cheer out of my system.