Marlene is having a rough night. (Well, technically, day.) First she lies in bed for an hour consumed with stress-fantasies of getting fired, because at work today (last night) she yelled at someone for picking out a replacement screw by holding it up to the old one and visually comparing them, and now all her coworkers hate her. Then she has a nightmare about dropping a flat blue box into a hydraulic reservoir, followed by all her teeth and a handful of screws of subtly different sizes. She wakes up anxious and gasping for air (once she asked a doctor if she had sleep apnea, and she doesn't; this is apparently just a thing that happens to her) and discovers that she forgot to take off her DIY North Paw before bed and now her leg hurts. It's not even noon - she should take some more melatonin and go back to sleep - but there's another blue box in her face and now she's wide awake.