A while ago, I woke up in the morning only to discover that I had prepared and eaten not one, but TWO peanut butter and jelly sandwiches… IN MY SLEEP. Was slightly concerned I might have that weird sleep-eating thing like on the Discovery Channel, but it didn’t happen again, so no worries.
Well, it happened again. I appear to have attempted to make seafood salad last night without my actual knowledge. I say attempted, because I only got as far as shredding up the fake krab and getting out the veggies and the cutting board. THANK GOD some kind of survival instinct kicked in and stopped me from actually using a knife in my sleep. Unfortunately, my inner chef then decided to store the bowl full of shredded krab not in the fridge, but in the microwave, so I had to throw it out.
But what the hell, man?
UPDATE: So, most wise and all-knowing Mother and I have decided it may be a Nyquil plus antidepressants thing… or it may be a quitting smoking thing… we shall see.