So Shala left yesterday to go be with her cousin and their new baby (Congrats) – so she is out of town until Sunday. I can’t remember the last time I was the one left at home to suffer while home alone. Most will laugh at how dumb this all sounds and how they are sure I am running around in my underwear sliding across the floor like a pre-Scientology Tom Cruise. Laugh it up… at my expense of course.
Shala is my partner in crime, my buddy – my best friend. When one of us is gone, it is like (well at least for me it is) I’ve lost a leg and I am just spinning around in circles. Kind of a cool visual. Last night I sat down thinking I could let this time be used productively by creating some content for the site… sprucing it up and such. Man – it just wasn’t flowing. Have I lost it, since she is gone? Had me worried.
So… I stumbled around the internet for a while, calling her about ever hour or so… “just wondering how you were doing”. haha… what a putz. Finally I head to bed, rather early and hope that I can put this day behind me.
I called her before bed and got no answer, so I left a message and told her that she could call, I would likely be up for a bit longer anyhow. She didn’t have her phone around, so later she text’d me asking…
I was asleep, but I must have heard the chime or something… a few minutes later (I assume) I grabbed the phone and tried my best to find the message. I suppose I was kinda sleep-texting… because I bet it took me 20 minutes to type a few words and then send it.
‘Shala called me back and said…
“Were you asleep?”
“Yeah” – I said.
“What did you text me? It didn’t make sense.”
“What do you mean?”
“It said… ”
“I just got thtroat.”
No… that wasn’t a misspelling… in fact I have no clue what that really meant or what I was trying to say at all. Thtroat is like nothing I have ever heard of. I guess I might have been saying… “I just got through”, since she just woke me up… I suppose my mind was like, yeah I just got through sleeping. Maybe I was dreaming of fishing and had just got trout? Or maybe a dream where I was being created from various random parts and I just got a throat. Hell… who knows.
I have always been a sleep-walker… but now a sleep-texter. This can’t be good.
The word of the day… Thtroat. I dare you to try and use it in a sentence.