The presence of booze fairies explains it all now. There must have been one gigantic fairy that came out of the umpteenth drink on Friday night. Had to have been large enough to hit me with a sledgehammer. I had completely no idea why some strange woman was trying to take off my pants. The next morning my wife told me I lost the ability to undress myself while I yelled at her "who are you? get away from me!"
Then another fairy apparently had a mission to tighten my neck bolts.
True story.
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