May. 14th, 2004
I'm A Serial Napper.
May. 14th, 2004 01:36 pmThe moment I'm alone, and quiet with my thoughts...that lurking urge will surface. The urge to randomly nap.
It doesn't matter whether or not I've had a solid night's sleep.
It doesn't matter if I'm just recently out of the shower and my hair is still wet.
It doesn't matter if I've completely stripped the bed to do laundry.
It doesn't matter if I had a list of errands to accomplish.
It. Just. Doesn't. Matter.
I have no control over myself, I succumb again, and again; and it's not pretty. No delicate, fluffy, puppy & kitten light slumber for me...noooooo. It always turns out to be a 2 hour odyssey of drooling, strange dreaming, and waking up with sheet wrinkles imbedded on my face. Then I'm fine, blending in with normal people...until the next time.
It doesn't matter whether or not I've had a solid night's sleep.
It doesn't matter if I'm just recently out of the shower and my hair is still wet.
It doesn't matter if I've completely stripped the bed to do laundry.
It doesn't matter if I had a list of errands to accomplish.
It. Just. Doesn't. Matter.
I have no control over myself, I succumb again, and again; and it's not pretty. No delicate, fluffy, puppy & kitten light slumber for me...noooooo. It always turns out to be a 2 hour odyssey of drooling, strange dreaming, and waking up with sheet wrinkles imbedded on my face. Then I'm fine, blending in with normal people...until the next time.
