No Rest

You know, I can't take naps. I just can't. I wake up sweating in a panic. Angry and confused. Never anything that resembles rested. I told my friend once that I heard President Taft used to take fifteen minute naps everyday. I said that If I were him I— I would wake up and press the little red button under my desk that blows up the world. He said, "Man, you've gotta pull yourself the fuck together. You're starting to scare us."