Last night’s sleeptalking:
“Just when you think it can’t get any bigger!”
I heard that in Andrew’s voice. Oh… Mr. Weiler.
Except I’m the one who said it! I’m the one who talks. He just listens.
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Last night’s sleeptalking:
“Just when you think it can’t get any bigger!”
Last night’s sleeptalking:
“I’m just really, really tired… but I booked Slayer.”
Sleep talkin'.
How did it not occur to me to get a voice activated recorder? My sleep talking is much more mundane (“get away from me!”, yammering in foreign languages, and the occasional obscenity) but it’d be fun to log it like this…
