Reason 171

Naps. Like you, Jason, I can nap just about anywhere. Sure, I prefer my cozy, cocoon-like bed for catching a few minutes of afternoon shut eye, but couches, cars and planes seem to be just as conducive to sleeping on the fly. In fact, I am so good at napping that if it was an Olympic sport I would definitely medal. I've never been so exhausted that I've pulled a George Costanza and snuck a nap under my desk, but I have been awfully tempted, and I'm sure I could fashion a fairly comfortable bed out of the random craft supplies and costume pieces stored in my classroom. I definitely believe regular naps make me a more pleasant person to be around. If I couldn't crawl under my covers almost every afternoon and escape the world for thirty minutes I would probably start acting like a cranky toddler, and nobody wants to deal with a 5'10" thirty-two year old woman who has fallen to the floor and is flailing her limbs about. Since I value and respect nap time so much I would never dream of rousting you from dreamland in a frightening way, a la Paul Rudd while the two of you were filming I Love You, Man. Cracking open one eye to see a coworker standing before you in nothing but a button down shirt sounds like the stuff of nightmares. I mean, you could have lost an eye if you hadn't been fully aware of your surroundings (although, sporting an eye patch does hold a certain appeal).