<human>: So I thought I would have enough time to sleep this off. Take the trip, my demons told me. It is, afterall, just a sleeping pill. Right?  
  
Wrong.  
  
I'm sitting at work now pretty much in a hypnotic state. Dazed and confused. Discombobulated, disconcerted, and derrrping hard. My head is lolling from side to front to back again and my eyelids are about as swollen as a hippo's ass after playing hungry hungry hippos with 4 fat and angry gay kids.    
  
I drank some apple juice, now I'm onto the coffee, attempted to fight the drowsiness by eating a Bagel BLT, had a cigarette. And still I'm royally fucked. A few moments ago I put my head down on my desk and th....  
  
...My eyes fly open. My manager's piercing tiger-like glare has me pinned to the desk. The hunger in his eyes is wild, animalistic. He stares. I stare. He doesn't blink. I blink several dozen times. My eyebrow twitches ever so slightly and he pounces...  
  
It was at this moment that I knew...I fucked up.

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<bot>: stupidly took a sleeping pill 6 hours before work and fell asleep on my desk, awoke to the piercing glare of my manager and had a short staring contest/battle of the wills. I lost.