Lyrics Abuse--also known as "variation on a theme by Heisler and Goldrich"

I just woke up from an accidental nap. Now, I am generally in favor of all the napping I can get. It is rare for me to turn one away. But this one snuck right up on me. I think it was some combination of the following ambient noises:

children's audiobook read by Tim Curry

lego bricks clicking and unclicking

pokemon cards being sifted (Little C can't shuffle)

and the Beta Test Phase for the reinvention of the drumstick

Also contributing were this flu I can't quite shake, and the 50,000+ word novel I just finished for NaNoWriMo. (Like, just verified the win before I went upstairs to see what my sick little kids were doing.)

The strange thing is I might not have really been asleep at all. It is hard to tell. Everything sounded exactly the same when I decided to roll off the bed as it did when I decided to roll onto the bed. (Decided might be a little strong. It was more of a gravitational cooperation.) And the clocks upstairs are utterly unreliable, owing to frequent "adjustments" by small fingers so using them to actually gauge time is ill-advised. But the sun has definitely migrated. And no matter how hard they try, those little fingers have not managed to adjust that one yet. I think. So I have come to the conclusion that I did, in fact, have a nap.

In my confusion, I still managed to recognize the intense knocking of caffeine withdrawal inside my skull. So I went down to the local coffee shop to self-medicate. I was blissfully minding my own thoughts while waiting for my beverage. (Blissfully might be a little strong. It was more of a scattered drifting. Bordering on Zen.) And the nice barrista (barristo?) asked me if I wanted an extra shot of espresso as he happened to have made one extra. (Hear that? Choirs of Angels my friends.)

And I sang, "Yes my name is Alpha...and thank you for the extra.....shot-of-espresso-because-boy-I-really-need-it-today-is-it-that-obvious?-I-tried-to-smooth-the-pillow-creases-off-my-face-on-my-way-over-but-I-guess-it-didn't-work-so-welllllllllll."

Ok, so I only played "Taylor The Latte Boy" internally. But, boy, do I wish he'd softly answered "Hey." Because we all know that quadruple latte means that...well...that I might be able to stay awake long enough to make my cygnets some lunch.