It’s 6 a.m. and I’m laying on the hard, cold wood of my bedroom floor, legs above me on a chair, flanked by an icy glass of bourbon and Howard Stern. I’ve been editing video since yesterday morning with my only break being a trip to the chiropractor who informed me that sitting for 18 hours a day, 16 days in a row was a streak that needed to end immediately. The only other option …