30 DECEMBER 2009. WEDNESDAY. 12:02AM

It's the halfway mark to my vacation and i'm already crying for mercy. When did all the pleasures of festive excessiveness turn into torturous indulgence? Not to say it wasn't fun during the process of working (eating) my way to the point of no return. Tonight i battled my 2nd buffet table since i got home ... and sensibly, i should be living on wheat grass for the next 24 hours. Instead i may be heading to the dessert bar tomorrow night. I never learn, do I?