There are two analogies for my life that I beat, like a dead horse. That was good, eh? Spinning plates, and a chariot about to tumble over, with me holding the reins in an icy grip of “holy fuck.” So, yeah, things are great, and when I drink my morning coffee, the thousands of things I must accomplish fly at my face and I cringe, then suck it up and get my plan together. No time for hiding in my room, watching 90210, dreaming of concierge service. Much. This morning, however, after the...





