"Damn, it's cold. What is wrong with me? I sleep in this thing under a duvet, but I'm wearing it to a party in New York with no coat? In NOVEMBER? I don't think I'm drunk. I'm pretty sure I did not hit my head on the toilet seat, since I haven't drawn any flux capacitors recently. So I must have lost a bet. Which means that in addition to getting pneumonia, unsightly goosebumps, and being unable to sit down all night without a sanitary liner, I am going to owe some asshat on my staff $100. Awesome."
