Yesterday I was a fat man. I full on passed out after Thanksgiving dinner and have thus become my grandfather. Next up: pants up to my nipples and saying 'Golly' a lot.
Seriously though we ate and ate and ate and then drank and drank and drank. At 8:30 we decided to take a break and put on the classic Christmas film, Die Hard. Roughly 10 minutes in I fell asleep. Not just fell asleep but fell into a deep, deep sleepy and apparently could not be awoken. Thus when I woke up at 10:15 my friend was staring at me and most of the party had gone home. Best house guest EVER. I then woke my other friend and we quietly left...then went back to my place and ate and drank some more. Apparently that was just a power nap and round two couldn't wait.
Today I have lazed about in pajama pants bemoaning my state and working from home. I am now contemplating leaving my house at the early hour of 6:30 as I feel I should see other living things other than my cats. However, that requires pants. Decisions, decisions.