Week 74. I gripe about mattresses. And advertising. And buying a house.

This week I am caught woefully unprepared for a show because I'm in the wrong place at the wrong time. The bifecta of suck.

I couldn't maintain my composure for that long, so I just give to you something like 7.5 minutes of pain time. 

If you have a problem with it, send me an email at [email protected]. Or if you have an idea for what I should call my house, send that there as well.