Insomnia's a b***h

It's 4:07AM on Sunday and I'm wide awake.

Why?

Drugs? Nope.

Wild sex-filled escapades with a bedroom full of Playmates? Nope.

The maniacal ramblings of my roommate about another Stephon Marbury injury? Perhaps.

The fact that I slept from 5PM to 11PM on Saturday night? Or maybe it's because I fell asleep at 8 on Friday night, woke up at 3:30AM and then went back to sleep from 5:30 to 9? Ding ding ding.

In any case, I can't recall a case of jet lag like this ever. I guess this is the "cost" of a free ten-day trip to Israel.

(And if that sounds like me complaining, it is. It takes a rare talent to be able to complain about something like a free trip, and I've never been one to hide my gifts.)

I do take solace in the fact that Dylan said this trip was better than his trip last year to Greece. I also periodically check up on him to make sure he is having as tough a time with the jet lag as I am. He is, thankfully.

One thing I'm really enjoying is the bounty of programming options on TV at 4AM on a Sunday morning. Erik Estrada is selling real estate in Hot Springs on the Food Network right now if anyone would like to join me.