Tryptophan Hangover

I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I presume that I wasn't the only one last night who laboriously lumbered, staggering to the couch for the annual postprandial veg-out session. Undid my belt and watched the universe unfurl before my very eyes.

Not that I didn't have visions of little turkey sandwiches on white bread (with mayo!) leaping over fences to aid my sleep -- or maybe that was just a hallucination. I was moaning in bed like a beached whale in a cholera ward.

You know it's bad when food starts giving you the spins. God bless America.