So I attempted to nap for this precious hour. Was it restful and refreshing? Not really. Why? Because I kept waking up every ten minutes. Why? Well, I have my theories.
The following is the conversation that took place immediately prior to my "nap":
Me: "I'm going to take a nap."
Roommate #1: "Wait, what are you doing?"
Me: "Taking a nap."
Roommate #1: "Oh. Good luck!"
Good luck?
Roommate #2 (shouting from other room): "What's she going to do?"
Why is this so fascinating to everyone?
Why is this so fascinating to everyone?
Roommate #1: "Take a nap."
Roommate #2: "Oh. Good luck!"
Very suspicious.
They denied all of my accusations that they were planning some sort of attack, but I guess my brain didn't believe them. It must have registered this whole interaction as a threat to my personal well being and consequently felt the need to wake me up every 5 seconds, just in case I was about to be attacked.
Thank you, brain.
Also, this morning when I woke up, I 100% felt like I was going to Disneyland. No matter what reality screamed back at me, my brain thought I was getting ready to go to Disneyland. It was the strangest feeling, but I couldn't shake it. Even with my roommate's constant reminders of "No Cara, you're going to class," I could not shake the feeling. Somehow my brain had decided that I was going to Disneyland. Well sorry brain, I wish it were true, but it's not. So let's move on, shall we?
It's safe to say that my brain is officially struggling.
The pointlessness of this post is further evidence of this.
Ok.
I'm stopping now.
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