the holidays are a prime catalyst for dysfunctional behaviour and all things abnormal. food intake can no longer be categorized as breakfast, lunch and dinner. these days its just meal #1, meal #2, so on and so forth. because its just not logical to call a granola bar with muffins, fried eggs and ham at 2pm 'breakfast' even if it is your first meal of the day. while it seems quite revolting to be this lethargic and sloth-like, i find great pleasure in lazing around and grooming myself into this glorious panda look-a-like.
that sentence sounded weird.
anyhow. enough's been said. i think we all feel the same about the holidays. time for meal #3