Reality as a stranger throwing up in your kitchen. I have a feeling that's been happening to you a lot. And I'm not the only chauffeur delivering it to your door.

So what you been cooking in that kitchen? Reality goes where it wants to, but it doesn't barf on everyone's shiny linoleum. That only happens when there's a bad smell in the locale. Maybe you should cut down on the magic mushrooms.

Perhaps you could commiserate with Martha Stewart.