"And since you're gone you're just another day. Ah, how do you sleep?"

Ordinarily, I am very against afternoon naps. That is, for myself anyway. I have nothing against someone who needs them--I understand it. Few people love being in bed as much as this girl. But I can't handle them for myself. The reason for this is threefold:

A. I feel like I've wasted a section of my day. I usually feel like I opted to, more or less, delete an hour or two from my whole day. Obviously, watching Tyra is a much better use of my time and energy.

B. Nap dreams are the worst freaking dreams and I always wake up feeling like I've actually been flattened in some way. After eight hours of sleep, in the morning I wake up feeling alert and light. After an hour of afternoon slumber, I often times wonder if someone's been squishing my face into the pillow.

C. I'm a lot like a toddler in that if I sleep all afternoon, I won't go down at all at night.

But today was an exception to the no-nap rule and every reason for its existence. I woke up at around 2:00 am and could not go back to sleep for the life of me. I dozed off at around 6:00 but had to wake up half an hour later to get ready for work. This is the second time in as many weeks that I have woken up at a time when many are just then going to sleep. It's starting to get old and it's only happened twice.

So far.

Icicles and Pocket Change

I have this friend who used to leave his pocket change in playgrounds for little kids to find. I can only imagine the finders were more than thrilled.

Yesterday I was walking to work and saw a huge icicle snap off of a roof and crash to the ground. I kind of just stood there--excited. What are the odds that I would possibly be looking in that direction for that split second that it took for it to happen. In this whole world, I happened to be in the one, tiny spot where this gigantic icicle decided to drop to its death in shards. It was cool. It felt like a treat. Like when little kids find pocket change and feel rich.