snastle:

Last night my best friend stayed over, slept in my bed as usual. I’ve been unwell and haven’t been sleeping so I took an ambien my doc gave me for this situation.

I can remember at one point lying there all sleepy thinking:

I’m made of electricity and meat…
So my brain is just a meat computer…
Computers run more efficiently when they have a fan…
Because they’re cooler…
I’d be more efficient if I were cooler…
I should get cooler…

But, uh. When I woke up in the morning my friend was laughing his ass off, apparently what really happened was that I mumbled the words “meat computer” a bunch of times, took all my fucking clothes off and passed out.

UM.