This morning I found a note on my bedside table that said this:

“Let’s talk

about spaceships

space’s hip

humpty dumpt”

It was in my handwriting, so I can only assume I wrote it in my sleep. To me, the hilarious part is that it sounds like something I would write when I’m fully awake and coherent. And I was thinking about Humpty Dumpty yesterday. Where in that poem does it say he’s an egg?? Nowhere.