boysleep

I sleep. I sleep a lot. On sunday I clocked thirteen consecutive hours with a three hour nap tacked on. Then today I woke up, another day at work, and then really thought I would accomplish something when I fell asleep on my hot, scratchy lawn; the sun coating my legs in sweat, my head with dull thoughts for a horrible half hour. This only led to a four hour nap of worthlessness.

I am not tired. I am not.

I don't really know what is what anymore.

Because I really have others things to do. Really.