Have you ever woken up nude in a pile of REI receipts with a splitting headache and the lingering feeling, like a fading dream, that you desperately needed a replacement part for the drive train of a bike you do not own?

Then, trying to get up involves tunneling out of a pile of Nalgene bottles and metallic pouches of freeze-dried blueberry cheesecake?

It's a dreadful feeling, but at least soon you'll have plenty of cheesecake.