I never go to bed on time anymore

I can hear people talking in one of the suites near me. I wonder if people are still riled up from the meeting.

I am. Or, rather, I was.

I should go to bed though.

Here's a weird thing: a while ago some random green light shone into my condo. I'm on the tenth floor. I scouted around and someone in a low rise one block over was effing around with one of those laser pointers. Maybe they were giving a late night presentation. It was odd. I thought perhaps I was being targeted by the CIA for all of the bad things I do, like the aforementioned candy licking, and only taking 35% of my prescribed penicillin.