I'VE BEEN ON MY CPAP MACHINE FOR A WEEK. LAST NIGHT I WAS BACK IN MY 20 YEAR ROUTINE............UP AT 2AM. AFTER SPENDING TIME ON THE COMPUTER, I DECIDED TO GO BACK TO BED.

MY WIFE, WHO CLAIMS I WOKE HER UP WITH MY TYPING, ASKED ME TO GO TO THE KITCHEN TO MAKE SURE THE CAT HAD FOOD. SURE HE DID. ON THE WAY BACK FROM THE KITCHEN. I MUST HAVE TRIPPED ON A CRACK IN THE WOOD FLOOR. MY FEET WENT OUT FROM UNDER ME AND I LANDED ON MY BEHIND. THAT ENDED MY QUEST FOR SLEEP FOR A FEW HOURS.

NEXT TIME, THE CAT CAN STARVE. OR BETTER YET, I SHOULD HOOK HIM UP TO THE CPAP MACHINE SO HE CAN SLEEP ALL NIGHT.(PICTURE THAT)

SO TONIGHT, I'M SLEEPING ON THE FLOOR, IN THE KITCHEN, NEXT TO THE CAT'S

FOOD DISH, WITH MY CPAP MASK ON, THINKING ABOUT PAMELA SUE ANDERSON.

MARTY