I love sleep. There are times when the world around me wants to communicate with me, while I'm sleeping, and I try to communicate back.
The results aren't pretty.
I don't always know what I say, and sometimes I slip back into the world of slumber, only to realize that I probably wasn't coherent.
On this occasion, I think I remember something about an alumni reunion. I think I also hung up on the poor guy.
Oops.
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