The Imperial March begins to play on my phone… I wake up with Twitches in my bed, an Enigma reminding me that I do have to get up, and an insane urge to down a pot of coffee like a frat boy. We get out of my bed, stumble down the stairs, yell at Emo Boy to get his butt up, and start the morning with smiles, rainbows and a sing-along. Heh. During the process of getting breakfast together, injecting caffeine into my veins, and monitoring the time-cereal continuum, I check the weather, my e-mail,...
