Drip... drip... drip. The sound of a leaking faucet breaches the airwaves of the small hotel room as I sit quietly on my queen-size bed, feeling uneasy; this isn't working. I look down at my cell phone. The time reads 12:31 a.m., but it feels like it's already seven in the morning. I take a peek at my laptop to be sure, only to find that the time is now 12:32 a.m. I must be doing something wrong. I pull up my front-page a...