sleepwalking
Michael lost interest in his sleepwalking blog not long after he started it, and finally admitted that he really wasn't going to get around to posting anymore. So, I'm taking it over. :)
A few gems from my log:
10-?-2007
(Michael leaps out of bed and stands in the doorway)
FOR JUSTICE!... I guess.
("What?")
FOR JUSTICE!
(runs out of the room and slams the door)
11-17-2007
(jerks upright violently)
("MICHAEL, YOU'RE SLEEPWALKING!")
(pause)
(in a hoity-toity voice) I suppose you're right.
Did I do something embarrassing?
(pause)
Oh, I certainly did.
(pause)
Yes, well, that will be fun to tell everyone about, won't it? Greeeat.
12-14-2007
I am the light at the end of the tunnel... the first kiss that makes it worthwhile at the end of the day.
Not for you, unfortunately. (smiles innocently at me with wide eyes)
2-2-2008
(sits up in bed and looks at me, wide-eyed and innocent)
Tell me, is there technology to combine experiences yet?
("Noooo... Sweetie, you're sleepwalking.")
Oh.
Well, what do you think I should do?
("You should go back to sleep.")
Are there at least choices to be made?
("No. Well, actually, yes. You can choose to go back to sleep or get up.")
(later Michael explained that he thought it was the future and I was a cloned future-KJ.)
2-3-2008
I was just wondering how much of your memory you retained.
("What?")
You know, from the last robot.
3-18-2008
Michael sat up suddenly and gathered all his blankets in a pile.
KJ: "What's up, sweetie?"
Michael: "There's all these gummies! I'm keeping them from falling over."
KJ: "There's no gummies, sweetie."
Michael: "You don't know that!"
KJ: "Yes I do."
Michael: "Well, maybe if you turned the light on, I could see that there aren't any gummies."
(I was sooo sleepy-muzzy, and unwilling to get up to turn the light on.)
KJ: "Too bad the light's so far away."
Michael: "Yup, too bad."
(long pause) (Michael finally reaches over with one hand and turns on the lamp.)
KJ: "See, no gummies."
Assuming he was now awake and could see the absence of gummies, I proceeded to tell him about the cool dream I had just awoken from, involving attending a boarding school that had turned into an evil empire that controlled its citizens via mind-controlling nanobots, that I barely managed to escape from only to meet up with an entirely stupid and incompetent resistance. Halfway through my story, Michael interrupted me, sounding annoyed and impatient. "Um, hello? I'm still trying to hold up this pile of gummies!"
A few gems from my log:
10-?-2007
(Michael leaps out of bed and stands in the doorway)
FOR JUSTICE!... I guess.
("What?")
FOR JUSTICE!
(runs out of the room and slams the door)
11-17-2007
(jerks upright violently)
("MICHAEL, YOU'RE SLEEPWALKING!")
(pause)
(in a hoity-toity voice) I suppose you're right.
Did I do something embarrassing?
(pause)
Oh, I certainly did.
(pause)
Yes, well, that will be fun to tell everyone about, won't it? Greeeat.
12-14-2007
I am the light at the end of the tunnel... the first kiss that makes it worthwhile at the end of the day.
Not for you, unfortunately. (smiles innocently at me with wide eyes)
2-2-2008
(sits up in bed and looks at me, wide-eyed and innocent)
Tell me, is there technology to combine experiences yet?
("Noooo... Sweetie, you're sleepwalking.")
Oh.
Well, what do you think I should do?
("You should go back to sleep.")
Are there at least choices to be made?
("No. Well, actually, yes. You can choose to go back to sleep or get up.")
(later Michael explained that he thought it was the future and I was a cloned future-KJ.)
2-3-2008
I was just wondering how much of your memory you retained.
("What?")
You know, from the last robot.
3-18-2008
Michael sat up suddenly and gathered all his blankets in a pile.
KJ: "What's up, sweetie?"
Michael: "There's all these gummies! I'm keeping them from falling over."
KJ: "There's no gummies, sweetie."
Michael: "You don't know that!"
KJ: "Yes I do."
Michael: "Well, maybe if you turned the light on, I could see that there aren't any gummies."
(I was sooo sleepy-muzzy, and unwilling to get up to turn the light on.)
KJ: "Too bad the light's so far away."
Michael: "Yup, too bad."
(long pause) (Michael finally reaches over with one hand and turns on the lamp.)
KJ: "See, no gummies."
Assuming he was now awake and could see the absence of gummies, I proceeded to tell him about the cool dream I had just awoken from, involving attending a boarding school that had turned into an evil empire that controlled its citizens via mind-controlling nanobots, that I barely managed to escape from only to meet up with an entirely stupid and incompetent resistance. Halfway through my story, Michael interrupted me, sounding annoyed and impatient. "Um, hello? I'm still trying to hold up this pile of gummies!"