January 7, 2015
It's pretty rude that most annual holidays and corresponding vacations are packed into the last three months of the year. Sure, we get to temporarily live in a fantasy world where gluten isn't the ultimate enemy and snow doesn't make us want to commit, but it's brief. The glow fades quickly when January arrives, and suddenly we're supposed to start acting like sobriety and doing work is okay now. (It's not.) The whole ordeal is enough to turn our resting bitch faces into actual, terrifying bitch faces, and that leads to wrinkles so just no.
Instead of counting down the months until summer (don't, it will make it worse), here's how we advise surviving the next few weeks: