I couldn't sleep most of the night. Then, when I finally fell asleep, I had an unsettling dream in which I ran into the old guy from the Six Flags commercials at a convenience store. He bought me a Coke as a gesture of general Six Flags-type goodwill. He also told me his real name--it was Artie something.
Sometimes I wish I could just turn off my brain at night and let the system run on autopilot.