speaking of bedtime conversations...
Apparently last night I woke up balancingforce to ask him, "Do you know about tic tac toe?"
"Uh, what?" he said.
"On Learn@UW!" I said. (That's our university course software.)
"What?"
Then I went back to sleep.
It's not unusual for me to mumble incoherently while in the process of falling asleep, but I was thinking that it was weird for me to be talking IN my sleep until I remembered the exchange I had with my sister Hannah when we were sharing a bedroom at our parents' house last Christmas:
"Thanks for the ride, Hannah."
"What?"
(annoyed) "I SAID, THANKS for the RIDE."
"Uh..."
"I love you, Hannie."
"Um, thank you?"
(I go back to sleep)
When I was a teenager, I used to have full-length, totally coherent conversations with my mother, who would leave the house before noon on Saturdays and tell me to do things around the house. I never remembered a word of them. Every single time, she was pissed at me. Eventually, she started leaving notes for me. I never thought that she thought I was lying about not remembering--at least, not after the first couple of times--but there was always a sense that if I just TRIED HARDER I would have been able to not be asleep. Or something. I think I wake up faster now.
"Uh, what?" he said.
"On Learn@UW!" I said. (That's our university course software.)
"What?"
Then I went back to sleep.
It's not unusual for me to mumble incoherently while in the process of falling asleep, but I was thinking that it was weird for me to be talking IN my sleep until I remembered the exchange I had with my sister Hannah when we were sharing a bedroom at our parents' house last Christmas:
"Thanks for the ride, Hannah."
"What?"
(annoyed) "I SAID, THANKS for the RIDE."
"Uh..."
"I love you, Hannie."
"Um, thank you?"
(I go back to sleep)
When I was a teenager, I used to have full-length, totally coherent conversations with my mother, who would leave the house before noon on Saturdays and tell me to do things around the house. I never remembered a word of them. Every single time, she was pissed at me. Eventually, she started leaving notes for me. I never thought that she thought I was lying about not remembering--at least, not after the first couple of times--but there was always a sense that if I just TRIED HARDER I would have been able to not be asleep. Or something. I think I wake up faster now.