Anxiety Activator #1: The Handicapped Stall Door in the Chili’s Restroom that Detached from its Hinges and Landed on my Foot

Lately, as I struggle to rise from twelve to fifteen fine hours of slumber each “morning,” I am shocked and awed by three things: first, by the time – usually 12:05 p.m., second, by the realization that I just may be the laziest person in the world, and C, by my proclivity for recurring dreams [...]