Who can time at a sleep like this?

You must excuse me for being vague, but there are so many things running through my head at this moment. I feel like Don Draper, I have a corner office, I'd like to have several drinks, and things are seemingly well on the outside. But I must confess, there's something most unsettling on the inside. I don't know what my next move is, and that freaks me out. Some days I feel forced in one direction, and other days I feel like there's nothing tying me down. C'est la vie. Who knows that knows, and would they tell. The wisest of men would not speak to this, for they know that giving away the ending ruins the whole way getting there. If only I had Don's hair…