Does anybody know?

Why do I lay down for an afternoon nap and wake up in the middle of the night with my teeth covered in fuzz, my mascara smudged down my cheek, and the "nap covers" (as if not using my comforter will keep me from overkill) bunched up at my neck?

Now it's the vampire hour and I'm wide awake, ready to write. Which is the part I like about runaway naps, but will certainly render me tired and cranky come this afternoon.

I envy the 20-minute snoozer. I envy her and her long legs. And her trust fund. And her cool job. And her ability to make her cat snuggle with her without resorting to force or a pocket full of catnip. Not a real person, but I envy her nonetheless.

I've got tons of pictures to blog. Later, that is. I'm busy. I'm busy being unemployed and sleeping erratic hours. I'm busy stretching out and taking my time. This year, unemployment is like Halloween -- frighteningly enjoyable.