The nap today revitalized me like no other nap. Dr. Rice canceled metaphysics today; that is, today this metaphysics class existed in some possible world but not in the actual world. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for metaphysics class in the actual world, but that would have precluded the nap in the actual world, and this (actual) nap was amazing.
On my way to the commuter lounge, Dr. Keuss and I exchanged our typical philosophical jargon toss. Jargon toss (not to be confused with jargon punch) is a game you learn when you become an academic elitist bitch. [see my first post for a book recommendation for all elitist bitches.]
...it's pretty fun, I guess.
Anyway, when I woke from the nap I couldn't move. I'm sure other people occasionally have this feeling, it's not just me. How do I know? Because I've asked people about it, that's how. Until this particular non-moving-after-waking, I hated this sort of paralysis. Frankly, it frightened me a bit. But at the exact moment when I would have been frightened, I imagined myself as one of those giants that sleep for centuries. When they finally awake they find themselves covered in dust, moss, maybe even small trees and animals. As they arise, they have to break through all the shit covering them, this is why giants arise so slowly. I concluded that, like a giant, I must have slept for centuries and the temporary paralysis was a small price for over a hundred years of stored up energy.
By the way, pastels are in right now.
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