Speaking of zombies, I was sort of a zombie last night. It’s no secret that I talk in my sleep, saying stupid things like “Protect the mail; the monkeys are coming to steal it,” but last night I was more confusing and adamant than usual, I think. The thing is, I really only remember bits and pieces, and what I remember is far patchier than what Ian remembers, but that’s what he’s here for: to fill in the blanks of my stupidity when I forget or am not fully conscious of it. I mean, I think that’s what he’s here for. 😉

At any rate, here’s what I remember: I woke up with a horrible taste in the back of my throat along with some acid and something kind of lumpy. Ever throw up and get a chunk of vomit stuck back there? That’s what it felt like. I coughed at it a bit, went to the bathroom, remember saying something to Ian while in the bedroom near the bed, then I assume I went back to sleep because that’s where I found myself in the morning. Kind of vague and patchy, but it was late (I had stayed up late watching a Bond flick while grading giant piles of paper), and I’m not known for being cogent during the middle of the night after having been woken up for a dumb reason.

And here’s what Ian remembers: He heard me get up and go to the bathroom. Then after using the restroom, I turned the light in the bathroom on since apparently I hadn’t turned it on in the first place. Then I went into the bedroom where he heard me turn the light on in there. He came in to see what was up, and I was mumbling about “not being able to find the vomit.” I guess he couldn’t get much more out of me than that, but he helped me flip over the blankets and pillows thinking that maybe I had gotten sick and had thrown up. However, his questioning about if I’d gotten sick or if I was feeling sick didn’t really get much of a response out of me, and since Ian’s one of those types of people who gets nauseous himself even just hearing about puke, my rambling about “trying to find the vomit; where is the vomit?” sickened him enough that he left me there to babble then went to sleep on the futon. Poor guy. He puts up with so much of my insanity.

So I had probably coughed real hard in my sleep and had coughed up some bile which is what I woke up with in my throat. As for the confused ramblings, well, that’s just how I am in the middle of the night. I felt fine when I got up in the morning and barely remembered it. I remember finding Ian on the futon though, hehe. Regardless, I’m going to get back to watching CSI (I just bought the CSI DS game today, yay!). The husband is at Damien’s playing with a fake guitar. Later!