So, maybe going straight from game day in Norman to Las Vegas to Los Angeles and living out of a suitcase for two weeks straight wasn't the soundest of ideas. Everything in my refrigerator is spoiled, cobwebs have formed on my bookshelves, and my DVR is so full of season premieres that it didn't even have room to record Frank Ocean on last week's SNL. I'm exhausted, starving from only eating organic vegan gluten-free LA food, and ridiculously sunburned from California's extremely temperate (yet extremely UVA-ray heavy) beaches. I pretty much want to slather my entire body in aloe, eat a cheeseburger from Fat Guys, and get a solid ten hours worth of sleep in my bed.
On yesterday's flight home, I found myself praying that over the weekend a cop exposed himself on Riverside, a fattie tried to walk off with a full keg from McNellie's, or some redneck from Bixby sexually assaulted a farm animal, but none of those things happened. We just had a 15-year-old kid wearing an ankle monitor rob some homes. I guess that's kind of interesting. From News on 6: