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Rainy weather inspires the need for naps. I think that it’s an unavoidable pattern in the tangle of wiring that is human behavior. Rain keeps us indoors, and the grey hue that colors the atmosphere speaks to me of blankets and pillows and curling up on the couch.

The problem comes much later, when what had seemed like such a good idea for a rainy day activity previously leads myself to kicking myself in the ass repeatedly in an attempt to tire myself out and go to sleep.

Rain, you see, does not inspire the mystical, restorative power nap. No, it beckons towards the hour-munching, grog-inducing, what-the-hell-time-is-it-the-clock-says-four-does-that-mean-AM-or-PM-why-am-I-in-the-living-room kind of nap. The kind where you’re so cozy and warm in the beginning and you convince yourself that you’re just going to shut your eyes for five, no ten, no fifteen minutes max because the pitter-patter on the window is just…so…relaxi…

I need a new rainy day activity, it appears. The problem with me is that I sit down to, say, read a book, and then I start thinking about all of the other things I should be doing. Or I fall asleep. I’ll think about alternatives and let you know how it goes.

Anyhow, this all being said, I can’t go to sleep because, if you hadn’t figured it out, today was a rainy day and I took a three hour siesta. It was the first day of classes for summer session and I ran some errands, so I’m not too guilt ridden about it all, but I do despise how much this is going to throw off my sleeping pattern for tomorrow.

Speaking of which, why is it that staying up late at night is so appealing? Is it just me, or is this something that everyone else battles? It’s not like there’s anything REALLY all that exciting going on most nights. Truth be told, I’m not a bar hopper. I don’t particularly enjoy hitting the clubs. Give me a glass of wine, some close friends, and a good movie, and I’m all set for the night. But when night falls, regardless of how tired I’ve been in the hours leading up to it, I all of a sudden want to do anything but go to sleep. I start thinking about all the stuff that I didn’t get done that day, and then about a minute into the post-it note I’m writing myself, google becomes my best friend and I’m looking up Halloween costume ideas for next year.

I know what I need to do, which is listen to the call of sleep when it crooks its finger and pats the downy pillow on my bed. I think that I’m going to have to spend some time analyzing why exactly it is that I ignore this and surge through the threshold of drowsiness into the land of insomnia. I have read that sitting in an ice bath is about as effective as downing an elephant tranquilizer, so barring the effectiveness of willpower and the ability to actually listen to my brain for once, I may have to give that a go.

Until then, there is this post.