I’m not a big fatty, I just write about it here. I’ve decided to sleep in all week which is going to throw off my sleeping pattern, not good for my job at the coal mines. To top off the debauchery, there has been a void of breakfast food but a plethora of holiday food. Case in point: I’m standing in my kitchen blogging this, waiting for pierogi to rise to the top. I strain to put down words that don’t come as the oil heats. I know that pillows of dough and cheese are immininent and I’m losing interest in anything other than fried food. Only two more days of naughtiness left…