Some time ago I spoke of my disturbing discovery that I was eating and doing housework in my sleep. I had not to the best of my knowledge had a recurrence of this.
Until last night.
My friend left a message on my machine Thursday about getting together today for lunch or dinner. I called her at around 11 AM and said I was returning her call. She wondered what call. I reminded her that she had left me a message. She informed me that I had called her Thursday night at around 10 PM and we had made arrangements to get together at 11:30. I brought some grapes over for lunch and she told me that I had said I was bringing them.
Not one iota of memory of this do I have.
Oh, and waking up? I was in my recliner. There was part of a Yahoo messenger thread on my computer discussing the hotness of an online friend’s body. Not a jot of memory of this conversation do I have. I saw him online a little bit ago. Apparently we had some sort of webcam sex session, then I passed out in the chair with the webcam still on. Fortunately he was the only one who could see my cam, and he watched me for a while to make sure I was OK.
I’m, frankly, terrified.