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Naps

I love naps.  If I could, I would take a nap every day.  I do my best not to take a nap during the week though.  That is mainly because my naps aren't really naps.

Years ago I saw that an actual nap is only about 20 minute long.  It's long enough so you don't actually go into REM sleep.  My naps tend to be at least 2 to 3 hours long.

I tend to wake up feeling like I can stay awake for a good amount of time after taking the nap.  The problem with that is sometimes these naps take place at about 7pm at night.  At that point, I might as well just go to bed, but the body is not quite ready for that much sleep.

So I end up waking up at 10pm and staying awake a lot later than I should.  Now, thankfully this usually only happens during the weekends.  This allows for resetting the sleep schedule on Sunday night so I can get back to a normal schedule for work.

I didn't always like taking naps.  When I was younger I had more energy and could stay awake longer.  Didn't last till I was an adult though as I'd say probably in high school was when I started taking naps.

Then soon after high school my sleep schedule changed to going to bed at like 3am in the morning and not waking up till at least 1pm in the afternoon.  This was mainly because I didn't have anything to do until I got a job or had classes to go to.

I used that time at night to not have to worry about parents or anything.  It was my alone time.  Now, I don't have to worry about that now since I live alone.  I have all the time to myself that I could ask for.  Too much time in fact.  Now I can take naps whenever I want.  Probably more than  I should and longer than I should.  But who doesn't love a good 3 hour nap!

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