Handwritten page of a diary dated February 6, 2005
… I mean come on, we’re on vacation. I wish somebody would tell me why she thinks everyone needs to take a nap every afternoon or they will die.
She found out some of us were at the rec center and she came screaming over there driving the golf cart and asked if any of us had taken a nap. She kept saying stuff like “sure, you guys haven’t seen each other for six months, it’s all fun and games until you get tired and start beating the hell out of each other.” Yeah we do get into fights sometimes. I gotta admit it. But some little nap isn’t going to cure that.