It's all about the napping

I played paintball on Saturday for Cribby's birthday. It was a blast. Then Saturday night I went to see Shaun of the Dead with a friend. It was hilariously disgusting.

I was really, really tired when I went to bed Saturday night and I slept about 10 hours. Sunday, I woke, went to Walmart, rented a movie, Laws of Attraction (Pretty Good), then I turned on the football game. I don't remember who was playing, I just remember waking up 3 hours later- awaking and thinking- I should never wake up- just let me sleep here FOREVER.

And by this time I am on the floor, not on the couch anymore, and I have slobbered on my couch pillow- Yuck- and my body feels like a very heavy tree that has just been chopped down by someone with a dull axe.

So, now I am at work today and I am still tired, because last night when I finally did decide to go to bed, I wasn't tired. I was wide awake. And then the storms came, and boy did they come. Clapping and pounding me awake with their thunderous arrival. How dare you!! I screamed out, I am trying to sleep! But alas, it did no good. So, I tossed and turned, I huffed and puffed, and when I finally felt like my apartment was about to be blown down I got up out of bed- BEFORE the alarm clock went off. Stupid Storm. Stupid wonderful Nap.

ugh. This post is all disjointed, it's a bunch of half thoughts tossed together- I hope you can understand it enough to hear what I am saying. Naps are awesome, but later you can't sleep when you know you need to sleep, or when you are too bored to stay awake.

Love.