After 21 years I should know...

I don't do naps. I either go to sleep or stay up. So when the novacaine from this morning's QUICKEST FILLING EVER made me nauseous and tired all day and I finally laid down around 5:30 I should have known I wouldn't get up in time for dinner. Three and a half hours later I wake up, and my first thoughts are "well I missed dinner," along with "just get changed and go back to bed." Both of which I ignored and got up. This time change stuff is always fun because I have to readjust to it being pitch black by 9pm. Together with my Sprite and Goldfish crackers I contemplate my inability to take naps, and re-evaluate going to bed after all. Its one of the many aspects of myself I use to blame my mom for, because she always told the pre-school teachers not to let me sleep during naptime because I would be awake all night afterwards. Back then I went to bed by 7pm though, when I would suddenly go up to my daddy and say: "bed time!" With outstretched arms waiting to be carried to bed. As my mom use to say, my body clock was amazing and she could set the time by me. If only that would be beneficially now, with clogged ears and a dry/medicine tasting mouth. Wearing my snoopy pajama pants that make me think of freshmen year and the promise of a college-education. I'm about done now, and just wish I could set my body clock to tell time again. And that my mom was here to read it.