As I typewrite this, it is a very special time of day: that time between when I take my first pills of the day and the time when those pills actually start to work. A half hour of feeling weak, lethargic, and mildly anxious, but also of knowing that these feelings will soon be substantially reduced. Once they have taken effect, I can start to plan my day. Y’see, depending on the day, the meds may prompt me to go back to sleep for a while, or maybe I’ll feel like putting some virtual miles on my stationary bike, or maybe I’ll take a huge dog for a walk. More often than not, I’ll play an online golfing video game, in an attempt (usually unsuccessful) to put myself back to sleep. Other times, I’ll try to watch some news on TV, but that has a tendency to worsen the anxiety. So, I generally just lie on the couch and play games on my phone, until the half-hour has passed. Then I ask the dog what he wants to do, and we go from there. In other words, I start my day by drinking from the toilet.