Unlike our pal WritingGal, I'm not giving anything away to the 100th commenter. I'm shocked as hell I'm still posting in the first place. Me, I get bored and move on. Like the time I tried to teach myself to crochet. I made a sort of trapezoid about 4x3x2x3 inches. I'm not a crafty gal.
But I like hammering things. I watch The New Yankee Workshop on PBS all the time and I'm amazed by carpentry. And I love how Norm Abrams takes care of every detail. I hate it when people don't miter the corners of their molding properly. I notice those things. But I am so impatient, I can't measure anything because it takes too long. I want it done perfectly, now. I bet I'm a pain in the ass to live with.
I need a haircut, a massage, a manicure, a pedicure and a facial. I'll settle for the haircut and the massage. Someone go make me a cup of tea. God, I'm so high maintenance.
Question: At what point does taking a nap become going to bed at three in the afternoon? Last Thursday, I left work at noon, had lunch with Matt, picked up some DVDs and took a nap on the sofa. I woke up at 9 pm. I slept for about six hours. Is that a nap or did I go to bed and get a short night's sleep? Note: I was not sick, pregnant, drunk or up all night. Discuss.
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