Sliced Bread 2: The Greatest Thing Since Sliced Bread

Didn't sleep well last night. I kept tossing and turning, and I had all these weird dreams about money. And I think I had a fever.

I didn't feel any better today, either. It was one of those days where neither Greyghost nor Cruickshank nor anybody else happens to go into the office, so I'm all alone the whole time. I couldn't concentrate on work, either; I was just kind of staring into space the whole time. Eventually I gave up and went home to stare into space there.

Maybe some Doritos would help.