Very little sleep on oxycodone, riding the day on a coffee buzz, feel like slipping away to the bathroom to sleep a little sleep, toilet paper rolls for pillows, cover myself with the magazines and newspapers adorning the stall. Or perhaps crawl under my desk, wad up my outer shirt and sleep a little while longer. Or drink some more coffee, making the buzz worse and then have a banana. Maybe the potassium will do me good. Who knows? Not sure what bananas are good for anyway, except for eating and making the unwary masses slip and fall on their asses. Of course I never understood how you couldn’t see something as bright yellow as a banana peel lying on the ground in front of you. But then it takes an absent minded moron like myself to pull such a stunt as this—just knocking on wood for luck because so far it hasn’t yet happened to me.