It's official, I'm tuckered out. This could have to do with the seventeen projects I'm being bombarded with at work, the 4 giant creative projects I am concurrently plugging away with in my studio, the droning dog bark out back, the build up of dust in the corners, ovarian happenings, the stack of half-read books on my desk, the elbow that accidentally hits me in the face while I'll sleep, the moldy cheese in the fridge, the rust on my bike chain, those missing socks, a pile of laundry and... a group of burly raccoons have been chasing me around the block for days.