I suppose I feel much better afterwards, so it’s worth it, but I’m supposed to be up for a 7AM dentist appointment. Who the heck scheduled that? Of course I’m up late watching TV, because I can’t sleep right after getting home, and that isn’t going to help how I feel tomorrow.

And now I can’t think of anything except:

1. What happened to bakelite? How come nothing’s made of bakelite any more?
2. What’s the eighth reindeer’s name? I can only think of seven.

It must be bedtime.