As I sit here in the front of our office, comfortable in my big robe and pyjamas and slippers, my pipe (sans tobacco unfortunately) in my pocket, I really DESPERATELY want someone, anyone to walk in here and ask me why I'm wearing sleepwear in the office, or if nothing else just look at me strange, so I can tell them that I'm actually an employee at the nearby Sleep Studies Clinic, but I'm moonlighting days here at a home health agency. That'd be sweet.
But the look of utter uncomprehension would be saddening to me.
And then I'd be forced to draw them a picture to explain.
With arrows and a flow-chart to help them out.
And then I'd have to kill them.
And eat their heart.