3 AM, the witching hour.  Eyes pop open and then…a kaleidoscopic filmstrip of every thought you’ve had lately chugs to life and begins the slow plodding death march across the 360° screen of your head-space.  The thoughts are lurid and over-developed, much more menacing and ridiculous than their original incarnations.  You toss and turn but that just makes the film move faster.  Three nights in a row at 3 AM…you’ve come face-to-face with the dreaded triumvirate of sleep interruption, blazing an insomniac trail through a week of too much daytime coffee and too little time at peace.  Congratulations, here is your gold tie tack.