Listen, just because you can't respect the time honored tradition of DIY furniture, is not my problem. Don't make me get you a bed and make faces at you until you use it young man.
I appreciate the concern, but I'm fine. I promise. It's no different than any other Tuesday. Sharon's making sure I get enough rack time, but I think we both know eight full hours hasn't been in the cards in years, and it's not about to be now.
There's a lot I need to talk over with Sharon apparentlyI'm already on my way out to meet someone shortly anyway. You can try and stop me from seeing you, but there's only so many places you can hide out.