Sunday, March 1, 2009


I have a confession. I sometimes do weird things in my sleep. It's true...just ask any one of my former 24 roommates. Don't ask me why, but for some reason my sleep has been sound enough for the last year and a half that Josh had yet to experience my strange sleep...habits (talking, walking, yelling, feet rubbing, window slamming, crying, etc etc). That changed last night. I went to bed and fell asleep with the light on (I remember now that I had planned on doing some reading). Well, when he came to bed he said something about the light being on and apparently I snapped something at him because he was talking to me and then I reached up and turned the light off. I don't remember this of course because I was sleeping, but I think I scared him. I tried to assure him this morning that it's not the real me--just the scary, sleeping me.