Bourne again (and that other guy who slept for 40 years)

I feel like Bourne again… but for different reasons.

I just woke up. It’s 3:46 am. Saturday night/Sunday morning. I think.

I fell asleep on my couch sometime in the afternoon of Saturday. I want to say around 4:00 pm, but I don’t remember. That’s why I feel like Bourne.

So I’ve been alseep for about 12 hours I think. I slept most of my Saturday away, which isn’t a good thought even though it felt good.

I had so many dreams because I woke up a couple times. I would wake up and think, “Well, if I sleep a little longer the sun will come up and the new day will begin.” Until this last time, when I finally thought to check the time because I felt like I had been sleeping forever (what’s the name of that guy in the story who sleeps for 40 years?).

When I checked, it was 3:23 am. Ah, the new day wasn’t even close. That felt awkward, especially since I don’t feel tired at all right now.

Some back story: I stayed up most of the night from Friday to Saturday then went to breakfest in the morning. So yes, I definitely felt tired. Still, I thought I’d wake up before the whole night was over. At least that’s what I think I thought.

Frankly, I can’t remember. And that’s why I feel like Bourne again. I have no idea how I got on the couch. I can feel the aggravation he must have felt. And the aggravation that other guy must have felt.

[Note: I couldn’t remember anything when I wrote this. The “other guy that slept for 40 years” that I mentioned is Rip Van Winkle, and he only slept for 20 years.]