It’s after one-thirty in the morning and as I was about to commence my nightly ritual of taking my Ambien and watching Raccoon Attack on NatGeo, I happened to glance down the side of the two liter jug of root beer I was swilling. There, on the faux-wooden barrel label, that ominous little exclamation mark [...]
Oh, Karma
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 [...]
