Bodily rebellion

My body and I need to have a serious chat one of these days. Not about that, tho. I mean, it's expected that I curse myself for my overabundant hormones, and overactive imagination. Not the problem of the moment, however.

I'm tired as hell. The first evening I stay in a hotel, it is almost guaranteed that I will not sleep well. I tossed and turned for an hour or two before I finally slept. I have not yet found a hotel to stay at that has a pillow approaching firm. Bastards. Anyway, so I got maybe 3 hours of sleep. Today, I was in 4 different cities visiting customers to fix their problems and covered about 300 miles. I hit a bar with a couple of friends, and can't even get past 4 beers as I am dead on my feet. I drive home and once I settle into comfy clothes (wish I was naked, but that's a whole different story). Once I'm on the couch it hits me. I'm back to being wide awake for no reason. Dammit! No sugar, no caffeine, not even any day dreaming or masturbation... but I'm wide freakin' awake.

Two hours later, I figure I might as well log on and blog. If I am awake much longer, I'm just going to take a hammer to the forehead. I logged on at first to look at porn, but I'm too tired to even focus on masturbation. It just isn't fair. Where are those naughty and nude masseuses I ordered? They are severely overdue.