I had this exact thing happen tonight. My wife is out of town, so I ordered dinner around 530 and started calling buddies to hang out. At about 7 after I ate, my couch was way too inviting, and vegetation occured.
Only reason I’m awake now was to tell the kids renting the Airbnb down the street to turn off their loud ass techno music that was vibrating my pillow.
Now get off my lawn.
I remember doing that well into my early 20s, but instead so that I wouldn’t spend nearly as much on $7 beers. Now if I’m not home by midnight at the absolute latest I turn into a grouchy pumpkin.