I need a nap
Do you ever close your eyes and just wish you could lay down and keep them closed for an interval of 30 to 180 minutes? That’s how I feel right now. I need a freaking nap.
I love napping. God, it’s fun. I want to nap every day. I want to lower my body into a reclined position, my head supported by a pillow or cushion if possible, and drift off into sleepy-land.
It’s summer now. Summer, for me, is known as the Season of the Sweaty Nap. I’ll nap and sweat simultaneously. (Saves time that way.) There’s something a little unpleasant about the sweaty nap, but at the same time, it’s all right. You really feel like you’ve accomplished something during a sweaty nap. You know that even though your conscious brain is turned off, the rest of your body is still plugging along, using its cooling mechanisms and what have you.
Anyway, I don’t know why I’ve been so tired lately. But for some reason I want to nap nonstop. That raises an interesting question: If you nap nonstop, is it still a nap? I’d say no. I guess that would be called a coma, actually.
I am a little afraid that I will fall asleep at my desk, thus destroying once and for all the perception that I am a hard worker. You just can’t fall asleep at your desk and keep that kind of reputation going. It would be a shame if that were to happen. But at least I’d be well rested.
(yawn.)
