"Hi, my name is Leslie and I'm an addict."

I think I'm addicted to naps.

Like any other addiction, it came slowly. You never expect it and you live your whole life thinking, "Oh no, I would never get into that". But one day you wake up and you realize that with it, the world is lollipops and without it...well no one wants to be around you when you're without it.

I mean, I never napped in high school. I rarely napped in college. Naps always seemed like such a waste of time. You should only take naps when you're sick or you absolutely have nothing.to.do.

I think it started when my internship ended in December. It was winter, I was (am) unemployed, and frankly the bed always looked way more enticing than pounding the pavement in slushy jeans.

Today I am trying to stay awake the whole day. I had a good interview this morning and I came home thinking, "Okay...I can make it without the good stuff...you can do it Leslie...". But now that I'm sitting here at the computer, staring at my freelance work, and when I tried to fight off the urge to nap, I got what many addicts so often get: the shakes.

Yep, I'm clutching my desk, feeling dizzy, dreaming of the warm down blanket covering me...I'm snuggled under the blankets...I'm cozy...I'm warm...I'm...

Damn, I gotta go. Be back when I wake up.