I'll sleep when I'm dead...

With tomorrow being my first day of work in a year, I have been taking advantage of naps and getting up late. Well, I have for a year now, in fact! :)

Logic says that I should have spent the last week getting up earlier and avoid naps in order to assimilate to the work schedule easier. Did I?

No freaking way!

This last layoff totally screwed my future. I will never be able to afford retirement, and career-wise, it hurt me bad.

So why shouldn't I take advantage of my last week off?

Tomorrow, I will get up at 6:30am and groggily prepare for work. During the course of the day I will get my first and second winds. At 5pm or so, I will probably come home, and take a nap if I can get it in. Then I head off to bartend for Monday Night Football.

People tell me I'll be tired. Yeah. So?

I might feel like crap. I might feel bad. But I might not. Maybe the naps I've been taking for the last 367 days will have given me super non-drowsy powers.

I gotta find out for myself.

And if nothing else, like Warren Zevon sang: "I'll sleep when I'm dead."

Whoo-hoo! Bring on the work week! :)