To Nap, Perchance to Sleep

The nap attempt was... partially successful. I lay awake for a long while, and eventually seemed to manage a light doze. I wouldn't be entirely sure I'd slept at all, except that I remember dreaming. (I called my mother to tell her I wanted to buy a house, but right as I launched into a speech in which I explained what I wanted to do and nervously asked for her advice, she put the phone down and went off to use the bathroom without telling me. This upset me incredibly. Amusingly, my first impulse was to go and blog the incident. Don't analyze that, please.)

I do not currently feel awake and refreshed. I feel as if I have been cruelly yanked from a light doze in a warm, comfy bed. Also, my neck is stiff and I have bed hair. Sigh. There are reasons I don't usually nap. Normal people who are running on four hours of sleep and feeling fatigued can lie in a darkened room for a few hours and emerge happier for it, can't they?

I actually think I probably would have been more successful if I'd just lain on the couch, told myself I was going to read a book, then let the book sag onto my chest and closed my eyes. History shows that this often works, whether I want it to or not (and regardless of the quality of the book). I read somewhere once that a good trick to defeat insomnia when you're over-tired is to lie in bed and tell yourself that you've got to keep your eyes open because you're not allowed to fall asleep. I've tried it once or twice, and actually had it work. Human beings are deeply perverse animals.