At any rate, this morning it seems that I had a five minute conversation on the phone, while asleep and I have only the slightest memory of it. I wonder vaguely if I promised my kidney to anyone or told my deepest darkest secrets. It's not a pressing concern, because I doubt I had the presence of mind to do anything but make interrogative noises and sounds that could be construed as assent or disagreement depending on what the other person wanted to hear. Still, I think this is something I'd be better off training myself out of.
In other news, I'm justifying my laundry procrastination by telling myself it's utterly fine to really not want to run into the neighbors. It's not that they're bad people, it's just that they make me strangely uncomfortable, the lot of them. Because they're all family type people living family type lives, with children etc., and then there's me. And I don't much need to say anything about that difference, do I?
I've been reading other people's reactions to last night's BSG, and I have to say I'm really surprised that I seem to have been in the minority in my opinion on the episode. A lot of people seem to think that it was a weak episode, which I definitely didn't. Also, it occurs to me that the more I think about Lee, the more I love him. And Cain, oh, Cain. I want to do a post about her sometime soon. Remind me, would you all?