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I really hate falling asleep right in the middle of the day. I'm not a napper by nature and so when I do actually doze off, I tend to feel ridiculously disoriented when I awake. I'll get up, stumble around, and wonder if I had been asleep for an hour, a day, or a week. Did I just miss work for the last seven days? Am I fired? Have I eaten? Did someone update my blog? No? AHHHHHHH.

I bet Rip Van Winkle felt like a fool when he woke up. His girlfriend had long since left him and shacked up with the local horse shoe maker, his parents were dead, the mountain goats had ritually peed on him, and to top it all off, he had a beard that no medieval razor rock could hack away at. Boo hoo, now I know how he feels. Minus the goat pee.

Yesterdays and tomorrows become pretty difficult. Was it yesterday that the waitress asked me if I had been "beveraged", creatively turning a noun into a verb? Did I play frisbee beside the graveyard today, or was that tomorrow? Can I remember things that happened tomorrow? Did Michael J. Fox just ride by on a flying skateboard? Oooh ok, I get it. IT'S BACK TO THE FUTURE!

When I was little, I hated anything to do with sleeping, bed times, or lying still and not talking. But ofcourse sleep is one of those "don't know what you've got til it's gone" things, so I'll be sure to go back in time with Mikey J. and tell myself that. I always found it a little alarming that my mom loooved sleep so much, but I accepted that we all had different hobbies. When it came time to make our mother's day gifts in grade one we were asked to draw our moms doing their favourite things. Some kids drew their mom gardening, or maybe playing with them, and I was all I KNOW WHAT I'LL DO/ EUREKA MOMENT, and I drew my mom in a nice big bed. When I brought it home she was a little mortified. But why are you worried about child services mommy? I drawed it so good...

So this is the part of my post where I sum up my meandering point. I give it a direction, maybe just a general one, but a god damn theme none the less. It makes you, the reader, think ahh, yes I remember why I decided to read this post. Then your life suddenly makes sense and you pick up that old rubik's cube from your childhood and rock it outta the park.

I like to be profound like that.