Not wasting away

It doesn't seem right to me (does it seem right to you?) that I spent the last many months working twenty hour days, frying my brain down to a mere fraction of its former self, frittering away my finger tips, pacing the floorboards at 3 AM in search of just the right sentence to begin the eighth corporate story of the day AND to emerge from all of that five pounds heavier.



My brain is nugget sized.  Shouldn't the rest of me be, too?



And do I have to give up cookies?



Sigh.