It is cold, I am sleepy, and I am at work. Right about now I would appreciate a fuzzy blanky and a big comfy bed.
I plan on taking a nap when I leave here.
The art of napping is something that has almost completely left my life since the entrance of John Rogers. My prime nap day is Sunday, and since I now spend Sundays with John, naps occur less and less often. It is totally worth it, the whole spending time with John thing, but I miss naps.
Today, I will remember the art of napping, and I am looking very forward to this.
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