Sleepwalking: Most Definately Lethal.

As a child, one of my favorite lunches was spagghettios with sliced franks. I was a bring-your-own-lunch kid until Mom got a job as the person who places orders for the school corporation. I had a lame paper sack with a smiley face and my name scrawled onto the side. Inside there would be chips, a sunny delight, a cookie/little debbie, and a thermos-bowl of spagghettios.

As you can tell I will ramble a lot in my blog, so I can say funny things and also make each post longer.
Anyway, spaghettios.
It was my favorite lunch food. One night I had gotten sick after leaving my window open all night (another story) and had to stay home from school for a few days.
When I'm sick, I usually don't eat much at all. Even as I'm typing this, I've been sick since Friday and I haven't eaten dinner, my breakfast has been a granola bar, and my lunch, also a granola bar. But when I was little, my stomach decided that my brain was stupid for doing that sort of thing and took over for the night.

 Seriously....

 

And so she made me spagghettios, before coming to the realization that I was sleepwalking. She must've remembered that I had refused to eat much all day, or she probably would've sent me off to bed immediately.

Later that night....

 

"Go back to bed."

"Hughgehefggsfhdns!!!"

....and that's the day I found out what the inside of my stomach smelled like.

  

A trip to the doctor's office the next day confirmed that I had a stomach virus-I should have eaten as little as possible. Anyway, don't ever try to open ANYTHING with a butcher knife in the dark while asleep, kids.

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