I can't even blame it on reading xkcd before bed, because I wasn't this time.

But something needs to change.

Tonight, again, I dreamed about gatecrashing Donald Knuth's secret school for hackers. As part of my initiation I threw a bottle of rum at a bunsen-burner equipped car.

My subconscious is definitely trying to tell me something. Unfortunately, the message is "Sam, you're a psycho."