Paul on top of getting Ms. Velmont a cup of coffee got a rag to toss onto his shoulder for the small puddle of drool forming on the counter.  “Well I should, I'm in your 5th period class...”  Paul noted with a raised eyebrow while he slid her the coffee across the counter to her.  Still though he was considering asking her the same thing.  Wasn't sure why exactly, maybe just to see if sleepy brain dead teachers were a common occurrence.

Still Paul kept up a friendly facade dealing with customers and all the manager duties.  The whole day he just felt... weird.  Sometimes his clothes would feel tight on him, other times seriously loose on him.  Even to where at one point his pants, which normally fit him fairly snugly, almost fell off of him.  At this rate he was starting to wonder if he was still dreaming and soon someone would show up in their undies talking about penguins or something.