Morning broke, my alarm blaring at me at the usual 6AM wakeup, though I wasn't exactly in the mood to rise and shine. Considering I'd spent the majority of the night tossing and turning and arguing with multiple people who only existed in my head-hello, straight jacket, padded room and three shots a day-it was a wonder I wasn't a walking zombie by the time I emerged, grumpy and blinking into the bright Sunday summer morning, into the foyer of Petunia's. My pug was equally quiet, ...