Wednesday, April 14, 2010

It turns out that maybe Ambien doesn't make me as loopy as previously thought.

Normally, the morning after I revel in a restful Ambien coma is like Easter morning - I wake up and search the yard my precious little iBook for surprises like re-named files, deleted iTunes playlists, ill-advised emails, ridonkulous chat logs and, once, a folder full of Jack Black candid pictures.

This morning, though, after a full night of totally non-medicated sleep, I wake up to a bunch of stuff on my desktop changed up and this:

Look at that face - if that isn't the face of guilt, I don't know what is. So if we've ever had an Ambienic conversation? It's possible that it wasn't even me.

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