It's 4:15am, and I am not sleeping, because my baby is congested. Snork, snork, cough, gag, snork. Sigh.
But last night, when I actually got to sleep, I dreamed that I worked for Humpty Hump-- you know, the guy with the fake nose who sang "The Humpty Dance". My job was to travel with him to various conventions and keep charge of his fur capes.
I think I would be marginally successful in that position in real life.