Flashback to Springtime, saw him again / Would've been good to go for lunch / Couldn't agree when we both were free / We tried, we said we'd keep in touch

I am a bloated, fat, American fuck. Oh, God . . . why did I eat so much Tofurkey?
And, strangely, even though I am actually in pain now from eating too much, why do I have a strange craving for a Tofurkey sandwich right now? I mean, it is like my whole body is saying, "Good Christ - we are never eating again. The idea of eating is literally sickening to me. It makes every cell in my being feel like vomiting." But, then, there's also this little spark in my head that says, "I wonder if there's any of that cranberry sauce left?"
What. the. hell.
Ugh . . .
Anyway, I had a lovely Thanksgiving with my family. Here's a haiku to pretty much sum everything up:

Post-Thanksgiving Haiku

Food was delicious
But family was sweeter
Love you all so much