November 26, 2012 § 1 Comment

I adore naps. They are necessary. They are lovely. They are why I am sane.

When I was in college, my roomie Kara and I would get back to our dorm room around 3:00 after class, and I would take the futon, she would take the loveseat. The TV was set to the three hours of Seinfeld and the Simpsons, we’d fall asleep, and then be awoken by our friends to get food in the cafeteria before close. It was the best schedule of my life.

I want one of these.

The Ostrich pillow. I want it so bad. I might be able to make it through my day.



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