Old time TPM writes in …
TPM NAP ROOM? Makes me feel like a grandparent regaling the children about how many miles he used to walk to school, but back when I was a TPM reporter, I worked in a walkup apartment that was overrun with mice, the AC strained to keep you from sweating through your shirt in the summer months, and when I felt a little drowsy, I just asked an intern to slap me across the face. AND WE LIKED IT THAT WAY.
In our institutional defense, the office was only overrun by a single mouse. But when he died in the wall, I’ll admit, that was pretty bad.
