I arrived in NY on Wednesday night. I spent Thursday, Friday, and Saturday overeating for pretty much all of the hours I was awake. Today I ate a reasonable quantity of food and my stomach is now clamoring for MOAR DESSERT.
Holidays, why do you taunt me with three days of unlimited desserts and then punish me with one night of no dessert!? My life is a swirling eddy of despair, as Dorothy Zbornak hyperbolically declared when a leaky faucet was keeping her awake.