I know, you're eyes are rolling, Rudy, you have no fucking idea what tired is. You barely even adult.
And you're right. But still. I was up early with a plan to take out some idiots fishing who decided, fuck it, I ain't showing up.
So now I have time to nap before my 1 PM charter.
I have always had a love affair with naps. Even when I was a kid and my dad would make me take naps, I loved them. I would rub one out and fall fast asleep. Still do. Though now, I don't always have to do the first part alone.
At this stage in my life I have mastered the cat-nap. That's the 20 minute or so power nap that leaves one often feeling more refreshed than a full eight hours.
I am tying to write something to fulfill my obligation and free me to take a guilt free nap. That's the thing about this fucking dribble - I feel guilty when I don't at least write something.