Everything in moderation.
A little goes a long way.
Man cannot live on fudge alone.
Yesterday, these were nothing but tired cliches to me. Today, they resonate in my mind for what they are: the wisdom of the ages. I swear. After consuming one quarter of my fudge wreath, I began cursing the fudge gods. Which would be bad enough. But despite the cursing, I soldiered on and managed to consume a full third of the fudge wreath. I did not fall asleep until 1:30 am. I could literally feel the sugar coursing through my veins, like a miniatiure army of gingerbread men marching in lockstep through my circulatory system.
I declared today a sugar-free day as I had to attend to my studies and have recovered somewhat. All I can say is, Wow, never again. I mean, I will definitely make and eat fudge again, just no more industrial quantities. Just a little heads-up for you all out there.