It's not what you think. Sleep walking is to blame.

I am a very restless sleeper.  I talk in my sleep, I yell out in my sleep,  I even laugh in my sleep.  (I once laughed so hard that I woke up, and then did not know why I was laughing).

I also sleep walk.   The evidence is in this eeew picture.

It's not what you think!  On Monday night I sleep-walked, got myself some chocolate, went back to bed, held the chocolate in my hot little hand, didn't eat it, instead I let it drop onto the sheet.

This yucky and chocolaty mess greeted me on Tuesday morning -  and I have no memory of my nocturnal wandering!


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