this conversation happened.

i'm likely to do things in my sleep. this was a problem before ambien came into my life.

mb and i usually text at bedtime, because goodnight. it's a sweet little ritual.

MB: are you in bed?
ME: are you calling me fucked up?
MB: what?

the perfectly logical explanation is that i had been having a dream in which she was texting me to compare me with some lady in new mexico, whom she called fucked up.

i'm a real prize.