Boy howdy, kids, I don't know about you, but the Monday after every Missouri State Fair just feels like one of the longest days ever. 

For me, it wasn't even a bad fair, compared to the others.  Doug lost his voice, Ray the Janitor hurt his knee, Denny couldn't even really go and Bruce has to take a whole week off to rest.  Me? I don't think I even got overheated.  I didn't go out much during the fair (just the Jake Owen night), and I really paced myself.  So I'm just regular exhausted.

I don't even know where to begin, but I guess all I can do is just sleep until I can't humanly sleep anymore.  I tried to sleep in a little on  Sunday, but that didn't get me anywhere. I knew the Fair was still in town, so my body woke me up at 8 am.  I didn't even really go out to the fair that day, but I had to get up all the same.

So now that it's over, what we have to do is the standard fair recoup.  You have to clean up your car - you probably have tons of dirt and little rocks and wrappers on the inside, and the outside needs a wash from all the dirt.  You probably avoided a gas station these ten days, too, didn't you?  Time to fill it back up.  It's probably a good idea to check your tires, too, you never know what might have been in those parking lots that you didn't see.

Then, for me, I know I need to go through and get rid of all the fair stuff I don't need anymore - things like the schedule, or my parking pass, etc.  I'm sure you'll see those little hangtags still around town for a week or so.

For my mental health, I need to have myself a good long bath or maybe an ultra long shower.  My normal showers are less than five minutes - so by long, I mean ten or fifteen.  It's good to use the shower to symbolically wash off the fair for another year.

I'll probably have to radically try to rectify my eating habits - corn dogs and lemonade are all well and good, but they can be pretty crazy on the old health.  I might have to drink about seven gallons of water and some carrots or something.  I don't know what it is, but sometimes when you get into the fair, eating a funnel cake seems like the best idea ever.  Then, when it's over, you will probably never even come across one, much less eat one.

It's fun, it's crazy, and it's stressful, and here's hoping for another great one next year.  And I do mean next year, I figure I'll really need just about that long to get my energy back.

Fairly yours,
Behka

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