Napping

     It's time to take a test.  You'd think, and be wrong, that after school is over you can quit taking tests.  Hah!  Wait'll you hit your sixties.  I take tests alla time now.  I take blood pressure tests practically daily.  Thank God I don't have the diabetes, that's tests more than daily.  I take a finger-up-the-keester test once a year.  From a woman yet.  Well now I'm scheduled to take a sleep test. 

     I'm pretty sure I can pass this one with ease.  I sleep all the time.  I sleep every where I go.  Whatever I do.  I'm an A-one sleeper.  A top notch napper.  One of the best, I'm sure.  But that's the problem they say.  I can fall asleep driving to work.  I go to sleep early in the evening and sleep, pretty much, straight through until morning but still don't feel like I've had enough sleep. 

     I find myself trying to catch up on my sleep while standing at the urinial or while riding in the elevator or talking with my boss or typing at my desk.  So they want me to go to a place and get all wired up and then ignore the wires and sleep "like normal".  While they test me.  Well I'm not sure how this is going to work.  And then, if they find out that I need sleep help, they say they'll give me some kind of maching that I put on at night to get some sleep. 

     How the bibbledy bap do they think I'll be able to sleep hooked up to a machine?  What makes them think that this is going to be some kind of cure?  Have they ever tried it?  I'm not so optimistic about this nonsense.  I need to take one of my business cards and hang it up on their door.  The Nappery.  A Spot for Your head. 

     Shoot if I'm going to a sleep clinic then it sure is possible that I could sell a few slots in my portable nap-a-go-round.  If they're having trouble staying awake while waiting for the doctor, I could send them out to the parking lot and let them pass out on the couch in the Nappery R.V.  Sounds like a business boom to me.  Maybe I'm going to like this after all.