Last night I tried going to bed when Bob did. I got up after he fell asleep. I finally got back in bed around 6AM. Par for the course.
Caboose My phone woke me up at eight o’clock with the first alarm of the day (I HAVE SO MANY ACHIEVABLES!). I was conscious enough to turn it off, but in my stupor apparently I thought something else needed to be done with my phone. I have a very bleary memory of doing…something…with menus on my phone, and I remember the confirmation bleep that I had changed something, but I had no idea WTF I was actually doing. It seemed like I was still somehow in the middle of a dream at the same time. After a few more hours of sleep, I looked at my phone to see if I could figure out what I had actually done with the phone. Apparently I managed to change the way certain menus display. I had no idea such a feature existed, but I changed it back because it’s a really stupid feature. Pop up windows that block other shit on the screen is a really stupid feature. But apparently my barely conscious mind thought it sounded like a good idea at the time.
I’m not even on drugs.
Anymore.
Maybe I should be.
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