Rip Van Winkle 2.0

I have come to the rather late realization that I might be Rip Van Winkle 2.0. That or a very sleepy sloth bear. If not for my voracious appetite that produces uncontrollable pangs of hunger, I might be able to sleep forever. Honestly, half the time I wake up only because I’m hungry or I can smell food.

A couple of my family’s greatest grievances about my sleeping habits and mannerisms are the facts that first, my hand-eye coordination is inversely proportional to how sleepy I am – basically the sleepier I am the more like I am to trip on perfectly smooth flooring 😂 – and second, that how much I talk + how rude I am are directly proportional to how sleepy I am (I will probably curse you in a rapid fire mix of all the languages I know if you’re in my way when I’m sleepy, hehe….)

So, I apologize in advance for all those who have to put up with a sleepy me. Basically anyone who has the misfortune to come into contact with me anytime you can’t fully see my eyes 😂😴… Other than when I’m sleepy, I’m bright, joyful and sweet as sunshine! I wish. I’m better described as a moody, sarcastic, overall weirdly-crazy person. Okay enough self-deprecation. Byeee!!