Head to desk, then smack lips three times.

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,

 

Laura