04/29/16

What's the longest that you've ever slept on a bed that isn't yours?

I don't mean a bed at a girlfriend or boyfriends house, but a completely foriegn bed to your own, in a place that you have no connection? At what point does that bed become yours?

Do you need to get to the point where you stop thinking about all of the people who have slept and done who-know-what-else on the bed and just accept that it is the place that you are going to lay down on when you want to sleep...or pass out?

It's been a long few days. I haven't been sleeping all that well, the drinking probably doesn't help. I went out tonight to drink in public, at Izzy's. The Twins game was on and I watched the home town boys lose to Detroit. Still not sure if the chances of Park and Sano hitting homeruns is worth all the strikeouts. 

Listen to me. Been back in Minnesota for all of five days and I'm already being a homer again. 

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I can't figure out what I heard. I need help. Actually, I need more than that, I need to get audio that I'm even less excited to hear.

It's getting late. 

Who am I kidding, I'm going to watch that infomercial for the Copper Chef deep square pan.