The Lost Art

So I’ve come to discover something. Since school has ended for the summer I have only been working one job. Yes, that one job is usually an average of 55 hours a week, but that doesn’t change the fact that I have only been working one job, instead of the three that I have during the school year. And I’m not going to lie, it’s like super sweet.

But since I have only been working one job, I have found myself with a giant surplus of time on my hands. I am not used to having this many hours to fill and absolutely nothing to fill them with. So I have been trying to use my time constructively. This week I have decided to do something that I have not really had a whole lot of time for in a long time. I have revisited the lost art of napping. And all I’m going to say about that is napping is fucking awesome. It just might be more awesome than Popeye’s Biscuits. Okay, that was a bit of an over exaggeration, but really the only thing that could make napping ever better is if when you woke up there was a warm Popeye’s Biscuit waiting on the nightstand for you. (Bonus points if it was put there by a scantily clad Neil Patrick Harris. (Damn you How I Met Your Mother!)(Chill out, Lance, it’s just a crush.))

And I am really taking this napping thing seriously. I took four naps today. Four. It was just that kind of day. Since there was a nice break from the drought that we’ve been having that has made it hotter than Bradley Cooper in this fucking state and I had the day off, I decided to stay the fuck in bed. It was great. The only downside is now a great big dip in my mattress.

So, from this day forward, I am very pro-nap. Everyone should nap as often as they can. For the chief reason of making me feel a little less like a loser. I mean when your day consists of doing nothing but taking nap after nap, it sort of makes you feel like your life is just not on the right course. So nap, people. Nap for me. If just to make me feel like I have actually accomplished something this week.

Now on a somewhat sort of related note, I need to appeal to you generous side. I usually avoid asking my readers for donations, but I think this is a special circumstance. So I am begging everyone and anyone to help me. I am in desperate need of some form of therapy and I cannot afford that shit. I did take a break from my busy napping schedule to go to Target to buy Season 5 of How I Met Your Mother. This might not seem like something that would require therapy, but you have to look at the fact that I bought Seasons 1-4 on Friday and have finished them already. That some seriously fucked up obsession there. So I am begging you to help me break the spell that this show has on me. And please do this before Season 6 comes out or I could quite literally be camping out in Target waiting for it. And really, that’s just not awesome.

Comments

[Christina]

Two things: I live in SC so, I'm stealing "it's hotter than Bradley Cooper" and will have occasion to use it FREQUENTLY. And regarding the HIMYM addiction: don't fight it. Buy Season 6. The show is hilarious and NPH is crazy sexy. Besides a ding to your checkbook, what are the cons? And if you compare, therapy is MORE expensive. You're getting a DEAL by buying it.

[Billy]

1. You know you have a computer friend that can get you those series for free right? Hell I could even toss in margaritas!

2.Naps rule!