The story takes a look at her long history of bedwetting that she couldn't shake until high school. "They're stories that I've felt like I would probably be interested in reading should I know how to read. And, you know, sometimes it gets a little tender. It's kind of like when Fonzie (on 'Happy Days') first cried, I guess."

Misread bed sheets as bird shit and felt compelled to read the poem aloud.  The poem was called Wrap Yourself in Bed Sheets.  There was something about a lunatic and a sleepless night.  There were puddles, wind tunnels, and apparently much to live for.  It didn’t read very well and the line breaks kept missing a note.  Being wrapped in bird shit would have made a much lovelier sound.