Insomnia

Nathan is sleep walking. There are at least three of you wandering around for no doubt nefarious purposes. Someone had a midnight snack and didn't clean up well enough (if you're going to make a Dagwood in the middle of the night, you must put away the mayonnaise. This rule is for your own safety.) And me? I have a letter from Berkeley.

It's been sitting on my bed since the mail got here today. I just haven't opened it. And I can't sleep because it's on the bed and if I touch it I have to open it and if I open it then I'll have to live with what it says and if I do that then...

Well, then nothing I guess. Just that I have to live with it.

Lili, that traitorous mutt, is of course sleeping the sleep of the insanely adorable.

EDIT: Okay, I gave in and opened it. Oddly, I then fell right to sleep.

By the way, it looks like I'll be sticking around. Professor, can I have a job?