The Dude wrote:
At 1am, I got up, opened the apartment door, and went into the building's hallway. I locked and closed the door behind me, and that's when I sort of woke up and understood what was going on. I didn't want to wake the neighbors by knocking loudly, so I had to go outside and ring the doorbell until my wife woke up. so weird

My friend did this, only it was in Aruba. At the Radisson. And he was drunk. And naked after post-coital pass-out. And his wife was passed out dead to the world. So he fashioned some pants/a dress out of a wet t-shirt he found in the hallway and walked--through the casino--down to the lobby to get a room key. They were prompt to assist him

went to and got drunk at the local minor league baseball team's home opener last night and i can't remember a time where i've been more useless at work

The AC power jack on my laptop is quite screwed; my guess is it needs to be soldered internally somewhere. And so, this means I'll need to have it repaired, or in a very rash but capitalism-supporting move, buy a whole new computer.
But for the time being, I have about 3 hours left on my battery, 2.5 of which will be functional. I feel like I'm on the Titanic, and it's only a matter of time before this laptop submerges into darkness.

The Dude wrote:i've hardly been getting any sleep, and my brain is turning to mush. I fell asleep on the couch last night, so when my wife was getting ready for bed she was trying to wake me. Each time she woke me I said something weird about the military that she couldn't make out. She finally gave up on getting me to bed.

At 1am, I got up, opened the apartment door, and went into the building's hallway. I locked and closed the door behind me, and that's when I sort of woke up and understood what was going on. I didn't want to wake the neighbors by knocking loudly, so I had to go outside and ring the doorbell until my wife woke up. so weird

Although I've never left the house, I do strange things like this a lot. Usually it'll just involve waking up in the middle of the night and asking my fiance questions or having a conversation with him that I never remember. Sometimes I'll sit up and just punch him, then lay back down and have no memory of it in the morning.

My favorite though was when I was living at home. We had just gotten a puppy and she was sleeping in a box in my bathroom with the door shut. I fell asleep and a some point during the night I saw her come running out of the bathroom and jump up on a shelf high on the wall. I jumped out of bed in a panic and ran over to the shelf to get her down. At which point, she jumped off the shelf and onto the floor under my desk. I got down all my hands and knees and began searching under the desk for her. It was at that point I woke up under my desk on all fours realizing none of it was real. Puppy was safe and sound in the box and I got back into bed and went back to sleep.

My girlfriend says that lately I've been cracking up in my sleep. Like full belly laughs. I'll wake up and remember thinking something was funny in my dream but it never actually is, or at least I don't remember the funny part.

Woody wrote:

The Dude wrote:
At 1am, I got up, opened the apartment door, and went into the building's hallway. I locked and closed the door behind me, and that's when I sort of woke up and understood what was going on. I didn't want to wake the neighbors by knocking loudly, so I had to go outside and ring the doorbell until my wife woke up. so weird

My friend did this, only it was in Aruba. At the Radisson. And he was drunk. And naked after post-coital pass-out. And his wife was passed out dead to the world. So he fashioned some pants/a dress out of a wet t-shirt he found in the hallway and walked--through the casino--down to the lobby to get a room key. They were prompt to assist him

"my friend"

Marion wrote:....at that point I woke up under my desk on all fours realizing none of it was real....

if the puppy wasn't real, your tale would really be a grabber.

My back is killing me after hitting baseballs around with a few friends the last 2 days. I really got to start stretching beforehand. It sucks getting older.

This guy takes the cake for rambling in his sleep

Don't put the duck in there...it's totally irresponsible!

and

It's growling. Shhh, it's growling closer... It's an angry thing, a big angry thing. It likes cabbage, though... I can't stop it growling! Shhh... You're not much &$%#ing help.

Didn't I? wrote:My girlfriend says that lately I've been cracking up in my sleep. Like full belly laughs. I'll wake up and remember thinking something was funny in my dream but it never actually is, or at least I don't remember the funny part.

A few times the past several months, I've awakened myself with a sinister laugh (like "bwahuhuha") the moment I slip into sleep. Scares the crap out of Mrs. PiP.

SK790 wrote:My back is killing me after hitting baseballs around with a few friends the last 2 days. I really got to start stretching beforehand. It sucks getting older.

aren't you 22? lol

I didn't get hangovers for a long time and then when I turned 22 it was like turning a page. Now I can't have a single beer without feeling it the next day, at least to some degree.

Barry Jive wrote:I didn't get hangovers for a long time and then when I turned 22 it was like turning a page. Now I can't have a single beer without feeling it the next day, at least to some degree.

Jeezus. I'm 34 and I can have several without issues.

Well, it's not like crippling or anything. I just wake up the next day and the first thing I can feel is that yes, I had a drink last night. I think my star burned too bright in my age 21 season.

Seriously--I'm 44 and can easily have a beer or two and have no ill effects the next day. Now if I six or something, then I have problems. And if it's a true bacchanal, I'll end up with the dreaded two day hangover.

Barry Jive wrote:Well, it's not like crippling or anything. I just wake up the next day and the first thing I can feel is that yes, I had a drink last night. I think my star burned too bright in my age 21 season.

You're like Pete Incaviglia then? Maybe when you go out in the future, you should be platooned with a left handed drinker.

I think I've convinced my family to spend the night hereon our way to NJ for our summer trip. Yes, we will (again) be visiting Mammoth Cave National Park.

Werthless wrote:

Barry Jive wrote:Well, it's not like crippling or anything. I just wake up the next day and the first thing I can feel is that yes, I had a drink last night. I think my star burned too bright in my age 21 season.

You're like Pete Incaviglia then? Maybe when you go out in the future, you should be platooned with a left handed drinker.

Me and Incaviglia kind of look similar, too. Might have to make this happen with a weird-looking black guy.

Am I the last person to notice that Google Image Search lets you search by COLOR now? Jesus Christ.

I noticed a week or two ago. I, for one, welcome our Google overlords.