sleepy baby

i came home from work around 5pm and was really tired. i was up until 3am and was up by 7am, so i wasn't working off of a lot of sleep. so, i get home and decided to take a nap. that was around 6pm. i figured i'd sleep for a couple of hours and then get up and make dinner and do laundry.

right. my ass woke up at 1:30am. ain't that some shit? i was smooth knocked the fuck out for 7.5 hours. i didn't take a nap. i took my ass to bed. the bad thing is that it's a quarter to 4 and i'm yawning and about to get back in bed. actually, as i was sitting down to write this blog, i looked longingly over at my bed. it's not just that it's an amazingly comfortable bed. although i must confess, my friend has the most comfortable bed i've ever slept on. mine is pretty damn close, though. the way it looks right now is beckoning me to return. my pillows are at just the right position and the covers are thrown back in a way that one motion will perfectly coat my body in fluffy warmth.

the beautiful thing is that i don't have to be at work until 11am. so, i can sleep another 6 hours. man, i had no idea i was so tired. isn't that funny? how do you not know? i knew i could "go for a nap," but i had no clue i'd pass out like that. it reminds me of Vegas. i tend to fight sleep like a toddler. i don't know why, i just do. whenever i get like this and i'm thinking, "i'm not really tired," i hear his voice saying, "yes. you are." at the time, i would protest. then, of course, as soon as the lights were off, i'd pass the fuck out. tonight, however is not that kind of night. i openly admit that i could easily sleep another 10 hours. i'm just beat. on that note, i bid you goodnight...or morning, as it were.