Where am I? OK, things are hazy...I'm at "work." I'm very sleepy. Hung over.

Dead men tell no tales. Dead men have no tails, either. Actually, it is possible to communicate with the dead, but I don't recall any good dead storytellers. They all like, "Blah, blah, blah. I watching you." Sometimes I think my Grandma is watching me when I touch myself. I don't think she cares, though. I wonder how her perspective on life changed since she has died.

I'm going back to sleep at my desk now. Wake me if the boss comes by.