Never eat pizza before bedtime. It's the cheese. I ended up going to bed with the rather obscure train of thought of "...butch cassidy and the sundance kid.... ....going out in a hail of bullets.... is that the collective noun for bullets? is it the collective noun for anything else? could you go out in a hail of cheese? ... can you get bullets made of cheese? ... emmenthal... " and with that, I think I fell fitfully asleep.

And dreamed of sitting in a dentist's chair, and putting my feet in a big basin full of huge white maggots.