Night before, it was that I was hang gliding and some flying worm stuck its 2-inch proboscis in the back of my hand, and I couldn't get it out without breaking the scary worm needle off in my hand. I almost woke Jack up with my half-asleep begging for him to get it off me.
On the way home last night, Steely Dan came on the radio, and suddenly I felt like I was on cloud 9, and everything was alright with the world. I hit the thrift store and bought a hideous brown courduroy suit - in lieu of what I was looking for, a hideous cotton sweater with reindeer or something on it. All the most hideous sweaters were wool or acrylic. *sigh*