Thursday, November 26, 2009
Every year I say I won't overeat and an hour after Thanksgiving dinner I am in a food coma, asleep, saying I won't eat the next 3 days. (That usually lasts until 11:00 am the next day when I hit the leftovers).
Ah, the holidays. Although Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, I don't do too well with the rest of the holiday season. Really this year I want to feel the holiday cheer but I will probably feel more like Scrooge, as I did last year.
I tend to regress a bit at home for the holidays. I certainly did towards the end of the day when my brother in law grated on my nervse so badly I resorted to a prank I hadn't pulled since I was 12 years old.
I'm getting away to Newport (yay!) for the weekend and after this past month's reflections (below in numbers) one can see that I am in much need of a get-away, as it has been wayy too long.
# of interview offers this past month: 0
# of times I have doubted my sanity for deciding to keep living in NYC on zero income with benefits ending: 137
# of annoying men from the past who have strangely popped up the past week: 3
# of times it seems you have to ignore them before they go away: at least 5
# of calories consumed on Tday - Approximately 12,411
# of hour spent raking parent's yard - 11 total
# of hours needed of raking to actually burn off holiday weekend consumption: 46
# of times family member mentioned, "another holiday still single" or "really, don't you think you want to get married someday?": 4
# of times I thought to myself, "holy shit, this is like the 7th year in a row- maybe I never will have anyone again to bring over to a holiday dinner": 87
# of times I looked at my sister and increasingly annoying bro-in-law, screaming kids and baby and thought, "heck no, maybe I don't want marriage": 35
Cost of my dessert versus sister's $35 cake bought from fancy bakery: $4
(just open a can of pumpkin and a pie crust, it tasted better too)
Cost of seeing my bro-in-law's face when he drank the soda that I had secretly poured salt into: Priceless