The last thing I remember before my alarm started singing “Too Late to Apologize” to me was a guy standing in a (our new) livingroom who had been giving us his opinion about finishing the basement. We had been goofing around and he had some weird bucket/helmet on and a can of beer that he tucked in to a black dust mask and I started laughing and egging him on to do a Darth Vader impersonation- He did it and said something like “Luke! *breathe* this is your beer!”.
That’s all I remember except that the rest was just as strange.
That’s what I get for half a medium Deep Dish Feelings avec Pepperoni less than an hour before bed.
Day of the Week Fat Pants 