This morning I was still at work. Around 3:00am I started tasting metal for no reason. I think that’s a sign of nerve damage. The janitors had put some sort of carcinogenic shampoo on all of the carpets, and the smell of ammonia was so powerful in the hallway between here and the bathroom that I think one more trip and my nose would have begun to spontaneously bleed.
Finally, my computer crashed, and I went home. My car began to overheat, and I fell asleep at the wheel for an entire city block. At home, I made some tea, but as I was drinking it I noticed there were ants all over the sugar container, and a trail of them in the cupboard and across the counter. It’s fun to kill ants after work. More fun than lying in bed at 4:45am, trying to convince yourself that it’s really still nighttime, that it’s not the next day yet. And just as you lay your head on the pillow, you hear a sound outside and desperately try to convince yourself that it’s not the garbageman, it’s not the garbageman.
Tim Schafer, Grim Fandango Designer