We've mistakenly fallen asleep on a Friday night at 11:00. Suddenly I wake up and realize the lights are on and my contacts are still in. I adjust my hand on my pillow and suddenly my hand is wet. David is borderline comatose next to me.
k: Uggh, David, are you drooling?
d: (no response, just some squirming and wiping of the mouth.)
k: God, what time is it?
d: (no response.)
k: What time is it? (getting clearly annoyed, on top of the I-just-woke-up crankiness)
d: (inexplicable gibberish in a language that couldn't possibly be English.) Honey, the baseball, the Web site, I can't see!
k: What are you talking about?
d: Honnnneeey (incomprehensible moaning/whining sounds)
Wow. Needless to say. No tumble that night.
k
P.S. What statute is that?
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