So my nickname has been "bear" since I was a baby. My family calls me Bear ... it generally helps to identify me in a conversation ... separate me from my aunt ... since we share the same name. My ex made a point of "outting" my nickname on the Internet ... as if Bear was something humiliating. Fuck that noise. My Dad called me Bear. It's a good memory ...
In any case ... the point is that I've always known I'm a bear ... I just never knew what kind. I thought it might've been a polar bear? Until this weekend ...
There's a commercial on television that shows an adorable little koala sleeping in a tree ... with text beneath it that says, "Koalas sleep between 18 and 22 hours a day."
When I saw this commercial, I looked at Stoney and happily exclaimed ... "I'm a koala! And I'm undersleeping!"
This is a bit of a joke because, left to my own devices, I'd sleep upwards of ten hours a day. Easily. If I'm worn down or sick? We could stretch that to eleven or twelve. Easily. Heck, when we got back from Champaign this morning, I curled up on our big bed to take a nap ... and fell into a deep hole for about three hours.
Yes ... three hours is a nap in my world. Yup ... I'm a koala ...
Others say that a bear is honey sweet
Some folks say this bear's the best I ever had
Some folks got a bear beneath their feet
Lyle Lovett - Bears
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