- May 31, 2001
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I started working at an ISP in April 2004. Since then, I've began talking in my sleep, attempting to solve imaginary problems, and creating a lot of laughter in the processes. Two examples:
Me, still living at my parents house, sound asleep after back to back overnight (1:30am to 10:30am) shifts, staying late on both. My brother knocks on the door, I mumble to come in.
H=Him
M=Me
H: Dude, you got any shorts I can borrow?
M: I dunno man, their probably getting caught in our spam filter.
H: What?
M: Have them send a message to <address> and I'll whitelist the server
H: What the hell are you talking about?
M (now actually awake): Dude, what are you talking about? Why did you wake me up?
I have no memory of any of that conversation up until the last line. Two days ago I had another episode. No longer living at home, I crashed after a couple of long shifts. G=Girlfriend
M=Me (again, sound asleep)
G: Do we have any more milk?
M: I'm not sure, let me check...
Minutes go by with my laying face down on the floor, her staring at me
G: Well?
M: I'm not sure right now, I'll open a trouble ticket with our provider.
G: (kicks me in the side) You aren't at work
M: Huh? (again, waking up)
I'm horrible
Jimbo
I started working at an ISP in April 2004. Since then, I've began talking in my sleep, attempting to solve imaginary problems, and creating a lot of laughter in the processes. Two examples:
Me, still living at my parents house, sound asleep after back to back overnight (1:30am to 10:30am) shifts, staying late on both. My brother knocks on the door, I mumble to come in.
H=Him
M=Me
H: Dude, you got any shorts I can borrow?
M: I dunno man, their probably getting caught in our spam filter.
H: What?
M: Have them send a message to <address> and I'll whitelist the server
H: What the hell are you talking about?
M (now actually awake): Dude, what are you talking about? Why did you wake me up?
I have no memory of any of that conversation up until the last line. Two days ago I had another episode. No longer living at home, I crashed after a couple of long shifts. G=Girlfriend
M=Me (again, sound asleep)
G: Do we have any more milk?
M: I'm not sure, let me check...
Minutes go by with my laying face down on the floor, her staring at me
G: Well?
M: I'm not sure right now, I'll open a trouble ticket with our provider.
G: (kicks me in the side) You aren't at work
M: Huh? (again, waking up)
I'm horrible
Jimbo
