16 hours sleep and a box of malteasers for breakfast. I'm one malteaser away from becoming one of those really fat birds with their own documentary...featuring her skinny husband who gives her bed baths, lifts up her rolls and tends to her chub rub infected sores...and if she wants to pop to the shop for some more Kit Kats, they have to knock a wall down and get a helicopter. Then she dies. Yeah. My life right there