This morning I ate a stack of flapjacks that almost reached the moon. Really. I’m surprised you didn’t see it on your way to work.

I went to bed last night around 6pm and immediately fell asleep. The next thing I know, it’s 4am and I’m well rested and wide awake. And I don’t feel like I’m sick anymore.

Coffee first (decaf now, I made the switch). I’m looking through the cupboards and I see a box of sourdough flapjack mix. I flip it over and skim the instructions, and at the bottom it says in big bold letters: Try adding a cup of beer instead of water to the mix.

Hell yeah, this is my kinda flapjack.

So I mix ’em up (with the cup of beer), cook ’em up, slather ’em in sugar free syrup (the only kind of syrup in the house). When I was done the stack o’ flapjacks almost reached the moon.

And so I ate them.