Make Mine Mike

Friday:
Got outta work early, came home.
Slept.
Got up, went to a party, had fun, came home.
Slept. But only, like, 4 hours.

Saturday:
Got up early and ran race. Lightning fast.
Slept. In car.
Went to the track, lost money, drove home.
Slept.
Went out for Chinese food, walked off the kung pao, came home.
Slept.
Got up to read and watch dumb TV.
Slept. For, like, 14 hours.

Sunday:
Made coffee and pancakes.
Slept.
Went to farmer's market. Got strawberries and arugula. Came home.
Slept.
Ran errands, went out for Mexican food, came home.
Slept.
Woke up, tried to read while my wife watched dumbest TV show ever.
(Celebrity Apprentice. Brain cell-killing freak show.)
Slept. Despite nightmares of Melissa River's plast-o-mask with Donald Trump's rug, was catching Z's for a good 8 hours.

Notice a pattern here?
You'd think I was well-rested, but last night I zonked out by 10:00.
Man, I need a vacation.