each night before i go to bed, i make an effort to straighten out my covers. i shake out the duvet and make sure the stripes on it are vertical, just like me.

each morning when i wake up the stripes have some how magically moved to horizontal. i do not remember any of the acrobatics that would have to take place to turn the duvet in such a manner.

in other bed-related news, i had a dream that former president Jimmy Carter was my cranky next door neighbor. i went over there to tell him i was having a party and he answered the door in his underpants and asked me to help him order a t-shirt off the internet. the t-shirt had some funny slogan that involved the word poop.

in still other news, i have decided to dip my toe in the Guided by Voices ocean. i will report later if i sink or swim.