Melatonin.
The time: 2:01 p.m.
The place: Burbank, CA
The setting: A Greek joint down the street.
I have just had the biggest plate of food that I’ve had in a long time. Just come back from my lunch break. Sitting in the office right now. Fighting. Fighting for my life. Fighting the Sandman. That food was good, but it had entirely too much starch in it. Now I’m struggling. Losing focus. I’m sliding. Sliding downhill….down…down….down into the pits of slumber. Trying not to sleep at work. Trying not to drool all over this keybbbboard. I’m–I’m try—tryin—not to–fall aslee…….try……nnnnnn……notttt…….t……..t…t……eeeepppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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