I got a good night's sleep last night and am feeling much, much better today. To use a conceit usually shared with my roommate Tim, Yo no soy marinero; soy capitan.

Well golly gee, in yesterday's contest of Bob Dylan or Weird Al?, everybody got it right. Kudos to penlyon for catching the palindromatic quality of the Weird Al song, the palindromatically-named "Bob." The Dylan verse is from "Visions of Johanna," one of my favorite songs ever written (and yes, ye Dylan disparagers, the "Jeeze, I can't find my knees" line probably sounds exactly how you imagine it sounding). Per insidian's request, the second round goes

First Set
Try to run, but my feet have been nailed to the floor
Then a midget pushes me through a revolving door
And I'm back in the very same place I was before

Second Set
The waitress he was handsome
He wore a powder blue cape
I ordered some suzette, I said
"Could you please make that crepe"