so sleeeeeeepy

every afternoon i want to take a nap.

6pm is still afternoon, right?

i’ll take this opportunity to blame the cat. he’s a bad influence. the peer pressure is astounding. he’s laying next to me with a look of profound contentment on his face. he’s sending me telepathic messages that say, “sleeeeep. you know you want to sleeeeeep.”

i should really think about doing something… you know, kind of productive… like a load of laundry, or with that new drill i got… or something… not just go lay down for a minute…