I had just finished working out, taking a shower and all of that good stuff. However, something that you need to know is that I need to increase my intake of potassium after working out of else I get really tired and fall asleep. Well, I did have access to potassium, so as you imagine, I passed out half on the bed -- my feet were firmly on the floor. Additionally, my um....hands were protecting the family jewels. Seems rather uneventful, except when I woke up about 2 hours later, there was a tray of fruit and chocolates in my room (this comes with being a Hilton HHonors Diamond VIP member). This means that someone came into the room while I was sleeping. I can only imagine what they were thinking...they come in and see a tall black man, asleep -- fully dressed -- headphones on, with one hand down his pants (in my own defense, my hand was in between my pants and my underwear...it was more like the way Al Bundy put his hand down his pants in the "Married with Children" TV episodes). If I were them, I would have taken a picture. I know that they laughed at me. And I would have easily laughed at myself had I awoken.
Why do these things happen to me? My life sometimes feels like a crazy sitcome. Maybe I should write some memoirs or something. But I guess that's why I have the online journal to document my experiences. Oh well, I'll write some more later as soon as I get the inspiration to do so...love you journal!