After 12 hours of restless sleep, wake to the voices in your head listing off possible diseases you could claim to have caught while sleeping, all of which would prevent you from operating heavy machinery or a mouse. Decide that it would sound peculiar to call in crazy to work and proceed to the toilet [...]
Do you hear that? Yeah, that’s my biological clock, and it’s angry.
Ask me to drop what I’m doing to help you “calendarize” something. How about I just take a baseball bat to your fat ass?