Today it’s quite warm outside, but that’s not why I feel the way I do, or at least not all of it. Between weird sleeping schedules and a change in my diet, I’m sleepy.

Not all the time, and not distractingly, but it’s there, lurking in the back of my mind, waiting to pounce and knock me out cold when whever I lean my head back in my chair for two seconds.

Concrete seems cushy to me when I feel like this. A bed of nails just seems like a good way to get a nap and scratch that damn itch between my shoulderblades at the same time. All I really want is a pillow and flat surface: pillow optional.

Heck, flat surface optional. Just leave me alone for 20 minutes.

All I want is one quick nap…

right here…

jus’ gimme two sec’ndz an’ i’ll be…

Whazzat? I can’t? You need me to what?

Train that guy?

Check that file?

Send that email?

Look at these new clothes you ordered?

Start the laundry?

Pick something for dinner?

But… I’m so comfortable. It’s so nice and soft here. Just give me a few minutes and let me get my head together and we’ll go for that walk you wanted.

Yes, I promise. Twenty minutes and call me. Energized, I swear.

…

Great, now I can’t sleep. I’m finally laying down and everyone’s leaving me alone and it’s too quiet or something and I can’t doze off.

I want to be a bad eleven-year old again. I want to get sent to bed early tonight for something I did wrong. That would be so nice.

Kids always want to stay up later than they get to and they hate naps… I think that’s how I know I’m getting older.

great pic for that post, doyce...