Let's Cripilate

During my first year of college, I took a lot of naps. Time was not fixed to a schedule in the way you might pin up streamers across a wall. Instead, it was a blob, an easily reconfigured mess of a resource resembling those beanbag chairs of which college kids are so fond. I did whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted because time was under my control. The nap was the weapon through which I wielded such incalculable power. I would use it as necessary to catch up on sleep, which, really, was just time I'd allocated to other pursuits. One night, I drank an entire case of soda and then "went to bed" at 11 AM. Why? Because. I was eighteen, and a lifelong nocturnal streak was no longer inhibited by parents and high school.My first year of law school, I reprised the napping. My schedule was more fixed than it had been in college, but still, graduate education accommodates sleeping during daylight hours. Law-school naps can be dangerous emotional endeavors, though. No one mentio...