Sometimes at work I go into the bathroom stall....

even when I don't have to....uh...."go."

Sometimes I'm hungover, tired, or I just ate a bunch of carbohydrates. It's a dark quiet place where I can close my eyes. If it's really bad, I can fall asleep.... but talk about crazy dreams.

I discovered that on really hot days like today, I also enjoy to go in there, pull my pants down and air out a little bit. It's hard being cooped up in wool slacks all day.