Oddly, there were no sweaters.

Last night I had a dream that I was helping a bunch of people organize and clean out a huge warehouse, which turned out to be Bill Cosby's warehouse. He was there too, getting things in order while he was still alive instead of leaving it to others after he was gone. Quite considerate of him. But man, did he have a lot of crap. Most of it was pretty old but none of it was dirty or dusty. I remember distinctly noticing that.

I have no idea what this could possibly mean.

In other news, I liked this. A lot.