Chewbacca suit / three-quarter nap

So mom and I drove to Kingston today to do some shopping. I am now largely convinced that Neutrogena has stopped making the aftershave that I like, and I don't blame them; I'm the only person I know who has ever smelled like that aftershave. I bought a couple of different travel-sized aftershaves to see which will earn a full-sized place in the shaving kit of my heart, but I'm not holding out hope. I think electrolysis may be the way to go, though I suspect that electrolysis may be like tattoos/piercings -- once you get it done the first time, you get addicted to it. I mean, why would I stop at electrolysizing my face? A story:

One time I eavesdropped on a conversation between two college-aged girls. One was describing her boyfriend: "He got out of the shower and all I could think was 'Lose the Chewbacca suit!'"

My sad, immediate thought was "But ... I have Chewbacca suit!"

Anyway, at Kingston I also picked up some supplies to stain the house. I asked the paint dude at the hardware store for the paint rollers recommended for exterior staining. "Three-quarter nap," he told me. Just yesterday I was thinking about nap, about the time I learned about nap when I was upholstering a four-poster bed in velvet (or velour? I always get those confused) for my costuming class. I did a pretty rad job of that bed. I remember admiring it on stage one day, and then the assistant director/my ex-housemate Vanya spooned me on the bed while we were surrounded by actors. That was nice. I was pretty miserable at that time, and spooning in public made me feel better.

An hour after paint-roller shopping mom and I got home and I had a three-quarter nap on my own bed. I woke up with a splitting headache. But then Philip Seymour Hoffman was on Celebrity Charades, so that was alright. His facial hair was so unkempt, it was like he had Chewbacca suit on his face!