every saturday i reach a point where i have been reading and/or writing for hours and feel sleepy. it's at this point that i feel equally torn between the need for a nap and the need to get off my ass and do something. do i make some coffee, wake myself up, mop the kitchen floor? or do i answer the siren's call of my bathtub and soak away an hour or two...
i think the bathtub's gonna win today.