I'm sleepy...can't I just get an alarm clock and curl up under my desk like George Costanza did that one time?
Ungh, there's boxes under there.
I wish I had one of those mobiles above my cubicle. Something with fluffy cakes and milkshakes dangling from it, rotating whilst a tiny music box slowly plunks out the Motown hit, "Gravy (for my mashed potatoes)" - which is my theme song, bee tee dubs. Has been for months.
Doesn't it suck so much since George Carlin died last week?
So there's that,