Shhhh

I am so tired that I fell asleep on my desk. Carolyn took pictures of me drooling. Why can I sleep all day and not at night?
Someone drew on me. This means war. It's only funny when I do it. The phantom artist will rue the day, I tell you.
Why are there seventeen hang-ups on my phone, and one angry message from Munch claiming he's been calling all day? Sheesh! I should ask Carolyn what he wants, but the last time I did that, she threw something at me.

Unless I get a better offer, maybe I better go out with him tomorrow.