I hate it when I'm sleeping peacefully, nice and warm in my bed, in the middle of a good dream when...Oh, man. I've got to go to the bathroom. I try it ignore it and hang on to my dream, but pretty soon it becomes clear that this will not go away. So break out of my cocoon of blankets and try to hurry while still trying to maintain my sleepy stupor so that I'll have a shot at resuming my dream. It's all such a hassle. I don't know. Maybe I should just get a bedpan.

Nah.