Wednesday, May 16, 2007
My Dad overheard me telling my mom about my somnambulism. He heard me saying how I wander in my sleep in the middle of the night and rant and rave, sometimes, while in a state of standing slumber, visiting the fridge. "Hhmpph..." He chortled, knowing my penchant for drinking beer all night, "Is that what they're calling it these days?'
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