November 3, 2010

weird


Some days I come home from my morning class and really just need more sleep. Sometimes I fall asleep on the couch, but more often I can be found back in bed, under the covers, fully clothed. Now, I take a rather strange guilty pleasure in napping this way, because when I was a child I had an unwritten, entirely self imposed rule that after I got dressed and made my bed I couldn't sleep in it again for the whole day. I have no idea why I felt the need to impose this law, I don't think I was particularly prone to napping, or secretly narcoleptic. Perhaps I instituted the rule so that I could have the pleasure of breaking it later in life, but this seems equally unlikely. Perhaps I'm just weird.

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