Woke up from a dream in which I was being made to write the name of all the state capitals onto notecards (1 per) and then alphabetically sort them by last letter into plastic containers that had been permanently stained by spaghetti sauce. I had made it to Vermont's and I couldn't remember. A person in the audience who looked exactly like me but with a big mustache stood up and threw a snowball. As the snowball was about to make impact, it would reset to the moment it left the person's hand. This occurred nine-hundred thousand times or something. Do you honestly expect me to keep track?

Then it hit me. You would have thought I had enough time to prepare for that feeling, but the shock of cold was just as sudden as if I hadn't known it was coming. Then a second snowball cymbal-crashed against my face, then a third, and then the remaining nine-hundred thousand that hadn't loaded in yet.