It's sleepy time. Sleepy sleepy time.
I've had a bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper (because it tastes more like the real Dr. Pepper) and who knows how much leftover Halloween candy that the boss brought in from his kids and now I just want to do like I did in kindergarten and pull out the little mat I had with my name written on it at the end and curl up and take a little nap.
Is that so wrong?
Maybe I could get some sleep in the bathroom stall.