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Last night at 1:00 in the morning I had a fantastic idea for a post topic. Well, I thought it was fantastic at the time. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to remember it. Maybe I should have written it down, but when I do that sort of thing, by morning I’m always left puzzling out what it was I had written while half awake and in the dark. It’s probably stuff like the things that seem like good ideas in my dreams, like the combination exercycle/toilet I dreamt about the other night. While they may make sense there, they tend to not translate well to this world.