The nap that God wrought Himself

(or should that be wroughteth?)

I just took the most hardcore nap ever.  Like super hardcore.

I had just put my laundry in the dryer downstairs, and I had 75 minutes to kill.  So I decided to take a nap.  (Obviously.)

Actually, I think this is the first mid-afternoon nap I've taken since I moved into my apartment.  (Although according to my wall clock, this nap occurred at either 10 AM or 10 PM.)

Anyway, after putting my laundry in the dryer, I went back to my apartment and set an alarm for 75 minutes later, and passed out.  And I slept hard.  Super hard.  I slept so hard that I was majorly confused when I woke up.  I thought I was late for work.  (Though that didn't stop me from hitting the snooze button a half-dozen times.)

This is where the magic happened.

It took me at least half an hour to realize that it was Friday afternoon, and that I had been doing laundry.  And I think I might have still been asleep when I went to go pick up my clothes from the dryer because I sort of stumbled drunkenly down the hallway to the stairs, bumping into the wall several times, and then I almost dropped my entire clean laundry onto the floor as I was taking out of the dryer.

But I made it back upstairs, and I was even conscious enough to actually fold my laundry.  (Although at one point when I was folding my jeans, I accidentally hit myself in the crotch and almost had to lay down again.)

Anyway, in summary, naps are awesome, and this one in particular was even more awesomer than usual.