Need. Nap. Now.

Jeebus I need a nap! No other time in our history has anyone be more in need of a nap. I recently underwent some close medical observation. The purpose. . .none of your fucking business. Let’s just call it an extended med check. During this med check it was suggested that I take a low dose of Seroquel too help me sleep. I tried this last night because I have been having trouble sleeping and rather than staying up playing with my G1 in bed I gave the medication a try. I took it with some water and a small bowl of cheap cereal. It might have been the cereal but I had the cereal the night before and did not experience the effects I am about to lay down. I was sitting at the computer desk in my office when I was overcome with serious somnolence. . .it was night night time. The next thing I know I am savagely beating my ex-girlfriend in my bed, test driving Katanas, Sais and various other weaponry while walking through a barrage of tactical shotgun fire. I felt no pain and yet was gripped with fear. I pulled myself out of this nightmare to find my hands clenched together and fearing that I had hurt someone. It was 0400 and that’s how the next 2 hours and 45 minutes played out. Horror show, slowly gain consciousness in complete and utter, very real fear. Wash rinse repeat. I have not been truly awake all day so it was no surprise when I walked into the bathroom at work and thought that with the lights off I could manage a nap. Nonsense you say but the cool tile beckoned and I did momentarily pull a Teddy P. and turned off the lights. Then I turned them back on, relieved myself and washed my hands. The curve of the basin cradled and soothed my forehead briefly as I took a photo and prayed for a hammock or the day to end. I was good with either. It’s almost 1700 and I ain’t got no hammock. I guess I’ll be on my merry way home for a nap that I won’t be able to take unless I take another Seroquel. I am almost tired enough to try it one more time. This time sans cereal. . .as a control.