15 hours.

I slept for 15 hours yesterday. Woke up, grabbed a burrito that the Mrs. Crat brought home for me, devoured it while watching Biggest Loser, and went back to bed.

Eating while watching Biggest Loser is fantastic by the way. You just sit there all bloated and full and content and watch these people work their asses off to get healthy. Of course, it's easy for me to say this, as I was born with the metabolism of a sugar addicted, ADD inflicted squirrel, so I could probably eat a small cow with no ill effects.

Anyway, the reason I slept yesterday is because I was on a trip this weekend, and cannot for the life of me sleep in hotel rooms alone.

I'm not sure if it's the mind-crushingly boring loneliness of them, or the fact that when I recall them from a few years back, you could typically sit there and just cruise a few movie channels and chill out with some HBO.

Now it's all pay per view - 8 bucks for this brand new movie bullshit. I just want to see some second rate crap film man, not Spider-Man 3. Oh wait, same thing. ZINGAH!

Hotel rooms alone are like prison. Throw in a few flights, and some business stuff, and you see why I was bone-crushingly exhausted.

Also, and this is a bitch of a thing, my stomach has been weaker than Andy Dick in a fight against Jon Lovitz lately. I used to get travel sick if I hadn't eaten anything before going on a drive or a flight, but that hasn't happened in years. Now with my new weak wristed excuse for a digestion system, I was terrified that I'd have a mid-air incident of projectile.

For instance - at my buddy's pre wedding ceremony golf outing, I ate a bagel with some mildly sun drenched and nasty cream cheese, and puked for hours. I mean, come on! I came home from a sox game, and after eating some peanuts and sausages, felt like I was going to die for 3 hours. I used to do shots of hot sauce at my college job people! Why is my stomach so pissed at me?

These are the things that plague me, dear reader (readers if anyone is here to see what the nutbag with the green hat on NFT is talking about).

I do highly suggest a 15 hour nap now and again. I had the most FUCKED dreams, and they were epic. Days worth of randomness, that in reality was probably contained in small 15 minute bouts. Enough of this though. I'm heading home. JAPANESE FOOD PLZ.