7pm. After two naps - the first: in early afternoon .. the second: a sunset surprise nap - I awake to a special feeling. I think to myself, “why have I been napping so much?”. I think I understand why. Was I tired? Sure—but I could stay tired and function well. (By this point in the post I pour a glass of pinot noir) There simply was something I couldn’t wait for any longer. I needed to pass time as quickly as I could perceive it passing. Th-that’s it. That’s right. Th-that’s why I took those naps. There was something I couldn’t wait any longer for. And what was that shit? That shit’s posting on Bloard on a Saturday Night