Siesta Texas

For about an hour and a half after I eat lunch, my productivity is almost zero. Lunch, in this case, consisted of food packed in a series of Ziploc bags, eaten cold and straight out of the bag with a plastic fork because I'm too lazy to find a paper plate and a microwave. I then proceeded to dip in and out of consciousness, occasionally drooling on my shoulder.

With only three hours left in the work day, I feel compelled to exhibit my inner genius so that I can say that I did something other than discuss last night's 24's mission impossible-ness with my co-workers and look up when Entourage is going to return.