I should sell tickets to the humping dog show in my house, which has become a circus. Stress is like an invisible drug that makes me sleep. I sit down at my desk and am suddenly drooping on the computer keys. I close my eyes too long in the shower and feel myself drift.

The bright colors and flashing lights and collective screaming drawing near, pulling away, drawing near, pulling away, make a fun and distracting blend of sounds and rhythm at the carnival tonight.