[PyrosNine]

I used to remember HATING naps, because there was so much I wanted to do each day, play with my giant pile of action figures, enjoy the benefits of having a spacious room to myself, and play with friends from down the street of the cul de sac.

It seems that as the years have gone on I've been stuffed in progressively smaller, more constrictive spaces until I have so little space to actually play with anything but what I can play with sitting in the same spot, and all my "toy" actions are now done entirely in my head as I walk from A to B during the course of my day.

I end up with time, but no time for anything really worthwhile or enjoyable, and thus boredom, and it quickly becomes more pleasant to nap until the worthwhile things happen.

I clearly need to dust off my old box of toys. I mean, i still keep my personal stuffed bears on my bookshelf, so they can taunt me and make judgement when I'm playing games like Bayonetta. It's okay, they can only see, like, half of what I'm doing because my dog seems to hate stuffed animals with left eyes.

When I was little, I'd always play with the more monstrous, uglier toys as being friendly and heroic, defenders of the soft, cuter plushies. I don't know if there was something psychological about it, or if that my selection of toys was pretty poor and I just got used to making do.

Heck, my favored toy for a while was 'Diny", an infantile robotic T-rex that could turn into android more commonly known on the TV and toyline as "Megatron" circa Beast Wars. When I finally realized that the sweet and adorable Diny and the evil bad man from Beast Wars were the same person, I had a funny aneurysm moment.