Tonight, after school, I will probably take a nap.  Not just a brief power nap of about 30 minutes; I will take a full out, Rip Van Winkle marathon nap.  It will last no less than two hours, on the couch in
my den.  After listening to professional wrestling I figure I will doze off just as the ringside announcer says for the trillionth time, " I've never seen anything like this before "!    " It's unbelievable "!    Wrestling, despite its elaborate use of pyrotechnics, coarse language, and women in leather thongs, has an uncanny ability to make me sleep.  I will sleep until about six o'clock and then I will stumble into the washroom, splash cold water on my face and sit down to dinner.  Probably something like macaroni and cheese.

It is now quarter after six.  I have just woke up with a stiff neck and a touch of bed head.  I gave myself too much credit earlier.  I thought I would be able to stay awake for at least the first hour of "Raw Is War".  As it turned out, I crashed just after it started.  I missed the entire thing.  Every explosion, idle threat and guitar over the head that could fill two hours of mayhem.  Thankfully, I have a little brother who was able to inform me of all the challenges made, punches thrown and surprise twists that occurred while I was in dream land.  These details I choose not to reveal.  Mainly because the non fan would find them terribly boring and uninteresting.  Also, I do not wish to ruin the surprises for any fan who was unable to catch the show.

Dinner was not quite macaroni and cheese.  It was actually much
better, homemade beef stew.  A warm and wonderful dish my mother has served with pride since before I was born.  Other than this wonderful meal, my Tuesday went as routinely and predictably as always.  One day, when I feel the urge for self- improvement, I may attempt to stop this routine.  When that time comes, I know the adjustment will not be a problem.  Until then, I will have to learn to deal with the afflictions of afternoon bed head.