last night, i fell asleep on many different things. On my desk. on a colleague's desk. i fell asleep lying on top of the conference table. and on the floor of my general manager's room. also on the tiny two-seater couch we have in the lobby. finally, i fell asleep on my bed.

it was supposed to be a good day. apparently it was supposed to be MY day. guess you really can't believe what the stars are telling you.

My ship is sinking. it's loaded with too much bread, butter and you. Water is filling it up fast and i'm going down. i'm in survival mode. i need you to help me. find the leak and plug it. please. i'll scoop the water out myself.