This was comprised during my travels home from Iowa last weekend. Why does travel wear on me so much? It's the laziest I can possibly be: I wear leggings all day while I curl up like a cat and either sleep on the plane or talk my fellow traveler's ears off. Then I have the nerve to eat copious amounts of ice cream and other such delicacies that I justify only because "I only fly every so often". I don't even have to walk like a normal person because the ground levitates me to my terminal before my metabolism (or what's left of it) has a chance to catch up. Ay yay yay.