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Yuck. I came home after some errand running and lay down for a minute to read "The boy who kicked pigs" and promptly fell asleep with book on chest, only waking up 2 hours later (ie: 10 minutes ago) because heat in my room, also a furnace in the afternoons, was drying me up like a prune and making me sticky icky sweaty. I hate falling asleep in the afternoons for such a long time! Yes, but I remember back in the hamster wheel running days, I would've killed to have a power nap after a heavy lunch before the onslaught of 5 hour afternoons without break. Naps SHOULD NOT stretch beyond 30 minutes, anything more and it gives you a headache and make you feel cotton headed and woozy for the rest of the day. Urgh. I feel so unproductive! And it's reunion dinner tonight, great, fat insult russian roulette coming Jo's way, Can't wait.