Sleep [reprised]

've been on a bit of a 24 kick the past month or so, and as such I'm disappointed that my life doesn't seem to function in continous real-time. There are just... long tracks of time where I seem to be doing nothing but lying motionless with my eyes closed. And you don't see Jack Bauer wasting time like that.

I was sick last week for a few days and as such had trouble sleeping due to coughing and the like, and simultaneously craved sleep even more. I'm expecting that's largely the reason why on Sunday night, upon returning from catching a "few" drinks with my buddy and now ex-boss on his last day at our store, I found myself taking an extended nap before it was even 9:30. I tried to sit down to further satiate my need for anti-terrorism attempts and the drama that follows, but apparently situations that involve deadly biological attacks on US soil put my mind at ease and my brain found itself in what it determined to be a womb-like situation, calmed. Euphoric even. Like a Hindu Cow.

Regardless I found myself waking up at 4:30 in the morning--completely refreshed--and without a moment's consideration reached over and hit that "Play" button on my PS2 controller to delve right back into a comfortable place I like to call Season 3. About 8 AM I finished up the disc I was on and did something I haven't had a chance to do in a long time: Make that trip out to McD's for some cake-hot Hot Cake action. Disappointed is not a term that comes into mind regarding this recollection.

Nearly following suit this morning, then, I found myself waking up of my own accord at just after 9. Seeing as how I worked at Noon I decided I could pull of an excursion to Sussex to visit the Frisbee Golf course. I did so. When I got to the course I was greeted with a large, overbearing sign that read DISC GOLF CLOSED. I was a little upset. But did I let a sign stop me? You tell me.

That would be what I like to call a No. I don't let signs dictate what I do. I've got Banshee Power. My buddy and former co-worker Man DcDonald (That's an alias to protect the innocent) might argue that he's got the source material regarding that particular disc, but personally I don't expect he's going to be able to control that Banshee rage, let alone harness it in frisbee form, so I'm not worried.

All I know is that when by Noon I've gotten a delicious Cafe Mocha, frisbee golfed 13/18 holes, and picked up Schlotzky's before I get to work? Awesome[d].