Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Confessions of a fresh and honest narcoleptic

Sometime early last week :

So about our phone conversation last night?

You fell asleep in the middle of it.
I did? Tell me I didn’t! Did I at least hang up?

Late last week, in New Haven:

Weren’t we supposed to watch a show together?
We watched it. You pretty much fell asleep before anyone turned on the TV.
Now how did that happen? Was I sitting at the table?
Actually, you seemed to be enjoying the bed and floor in equal proportions.

No! Really? Then what?
Then we said it’s time to go and you got up and walked back to the hotel.
I did? Were my eyes open?

The next night, still in New Haven:

So you missed the movie entirely.
Darn! Did I at least eat dessert with you guys?
Yes, you ate some cake but then you zonked out. And when we told you that you should wake up and get to bed, you started demanding more cake.
I have no recollection of this!
You know, most people go to sleep when they are tired. You don’t. Maybe you should tune in to your tired inner signals.
I don’t have time to listen to my tired inner signals. I ignore them.
Clearly they don’t ignore you.