On Naps

Naps seem like such a good idea at the time, much like drunk phone calls, buying something from the home shopping channel, and blow. But there is a dark side...

I had a splitting headache all day today, partially due to the insipid class discussions that have been horrifying me on a daily basis, but also due to the fact that I thought staying up really late and getting up really early was a productive use of my time. Unfortunately, when I came home from class [after learning that we don't actually need medications to treat schizophrenia - just sing songs together and braid each other's hair!] I succumbed to a nap attack and slept for 3 hours.

Now, it is 12:43am and I am wide awake. I'm unmotivated to do anything productive, yet sleep doesn't seem that appealing either. This wouldn't be such a problem if I didn't have class tomorrow morning.

This reminds me of a story that is in no way related. This morning when I got off the elevator at school, I came face to face with A GIGANTIC COCKROACH on the wall. It was literally the length of my index finger. I had only seen bugs that big at the ROM and thought they only lived in jungles. I let out a silence scream, soiled myself, and ran to my class. When I told a classmate about my harrowing ordeal, he told me that some cockroaches actually HISS. I'm not even going to google that to see if it's true because I don't want to know.

That's all.