I was just in a meeting at 2 p.m. with one of the managers.

 

His office was so suffocatingly hot that I felt so sleepy and I didn't understand a single thing he said.

 

His voice was, like, hypnotic.

 

I'm sure I looked stoned --- eyes glazed over, mind not quite there.

 

And then, when I got back to my area, I was still so sleepy that I walked right into one of those boxes for paper shredding and I hurt my arm.