“Oh god. No! It’s too early in the morning for my heart to be this activated…” Here, it wasn’t even 8 A.M. I’m still rubbing the booger glue out of my eye corners. My coffee hasn’t even begun to do its worst on the after-effects of a horrible night’s non-rest that felt more like an alien abduction involving an assault followed by a memory wipe. And my shoulders are bowed.. Read More