dear addiction,

dear nap-taking,
you are highly addicting, dangerous, completely unproductive (after the third 30-minute nap of the day) and i need to rid my soul and body of its dependency on you. 
please don't contact me for a month, and then maybe i can re-consider our friendship.
with a heavy heart (and eyelids),

ps. maybe i have found evidence that this highly addictive habit is hereditary? i sent my parents a text message yesterday (they are in Chile for a while), and the response i received was:
"we're taking a nap on the beach. please don't text." which was preceded by "it's 85 here in chile." how is that even fair?

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