I love to nap. It’s how I get my sleep. I have about three naps a day and I’ve been like that for as long as I can remember. I also like to sleep in strange places. Preferably on the floor because beds turn you into a pampered softie.
And I have never regarded sleeping as a waste of time. People who think that usually watch a lot of television.
I’m liking the looks of the Napshell. It’s a blobject that’s designed for outside use in city parks. I just hope that Toronto gets rid of those awful, obsolete benches and fills its parks with these.
Then I’m just gonna quit everything, break out my ole’ hobo stick and be homeless. My robot friends and I will wander around dispensing wisdom and solving crimes. You might see us drinking and laughing. And, when you see that, you might pause for a moment and wonder where your life went so horribly wrong. If you ask nice and give us some beer money, maybe we’ll tell you. Maybe.
2 comments
mona lisa
January 19, 2006 at 5:10 pm (UTC -5)
the lost art of power napping. how i miss those days.
Ryan Oakley
January 19, 2006 at 5:37 pm (UTC -5)
An art I never lost.