The World According to Gio

I am mildly entertained that the reason I know that firejunkie has a paper due today is that when I got up this morning, the dining room table was strewn with papers, books, and two empty beer cans, indicating a night of frantic work. It's not like I saw him writing it, or anything. Being my boring self, I went to bed around midnight (and not only because the dog was already lying on my bed, treating me to a look of profound distaste at my failure to turn in earlier).

Hmmm. I wonder whether I should wake him? (She says as little paws and big feet pad across the floor and the rest of the household enters my office to steal printing paper.)

Um. Hi!