Baked Beans, Mr. Potato Head, Fair Maiden, and A Purr Box

Well, friends. She’s done it again. The sleep texter struck last night.

One minute I was reading and perfectly awake. The next minute I was asleep, only I didn’t realize it (as can be evidenced when I answer the question: are you still asleep). I suppose that my brain knew that I was having a conversation and that I hadn’t said good night—which I will do if I am having a conversation with you at night—I always like to end a conversation so that I know it’s over—so every time I woke up my brain evidently felt as if I needed to continue talking…and it just so happened that who I was talking to was up doing homework and kind enough to respond to my insanity (and exploit my sleepiness :-)).

So now, for your reading pleasure, I present to you, “Baked Beans, Mr. Potato Head, Fair Maiden, and a Purr Box.”

Me, 9:36pm: It’s Sabbath night for me, so I’m just reading.
Friend, 9:37pm: Nice. Enjoy :-)
Me, 9:38pm: It’d be nice to have hot chocolate :-).
Friend, 9:39pm: :-)
Me, 9:44pm: I’m actually enjoying this book. It’s WMU history. I don’t usually like istory, so it’s weird that I’m enjoying this.
Friend, 9:52pm: I’m glad you’re enjoying it! My calves hurt :-(.
Me, 11:57pm: Hey. Are you still awake? I fell asleep reading. It’s one of my talents :-).
Me, 12:00m: Happy December! :-)
Friend, 12:00am: :-)
Me, 12:01am: HEY!! :-) What are you doing?
Friend, 12:01am: Working on homework.
Me, 12:01am: All my lights are on. Hehe.
Me, 12:02am: Good job for working on your homework.
Me, 12:05am: How are you?
Friend, 12:05am: I’m good. Are you still asleep?
Me, 12:07am: Why no I am not. I have just moved to my spacious bed. I am right in the very middle. And I must say. My bed, away from the space heater, hosting me in my pajamas, is much cooler than the couch. I feel likes being cooler.
Me, 12:10am: I don’t really like onions. You know that. But some things are just plain better with onions than without. Baked beans are one of them. Shhhh. Don’t tell!
Friend, 12:15am: :-)
Me, 12:16am: Mr. POTATO HEAD! I never played with him. But. He could be fun. Creating new identities and such. Especially with a mustache.
Friend, 12:18am: :-)
Me, 12:23am: Exactly what portion of your homework morsels are you working to digest?
Me, 12:37am: How is your working, my fair maiden?
Friend, 12:44am: Fine. Hahaha.
Me, 12:45am: Tis great to hear and music to my ears.
Friend, 12:51am: Hahahaha.
Me, 12:57am: Why do humans not have a purr box like cats? That would be helpful in relatiedships, you know?:
Friend, 12:58am: A purr box? Going to sleep now. Hope you’re sleeping well.
Me, 2:47am: Good night for real. Hehe. I just had the oddest dream! Couldn’t make it up the hill. Light out this time.

Me, 8:00am: Good morning. Sorry I fell asleep on you last night. I was reading and then sleeping.
Friend, 8:30am: You should read the texts you sent last night.
Me, 8:35am: Hahahahaha! Oh my. Where in the world was my brain?! I guess you figured out I was asleep :-). Did you laugh at me?
Friend, 9:49am: Yep. I was laughing a lot :-).

FYI: I also wrote my mom in my sleep, telling her that I was asleep when she wrote me—that I had fallen asleep reading—but that I was up and moving to my bed—and that I loved her. It’s always important to tell your mom you love her before going to bed, right? :-)