Friday, December 11, 2009

The state of things

A telling (albeit slightly disgusting) anecdote:

The other night, I had this dream--not that I remember anything now, only that it was epic and sprawling and I think my friend Sue was in it--and in the middle, I woke up juuuust enough to register that my mouth tasted bad. Really bad. Consistently bad. Like rubber.

And then I realized there was something in my mouth.

And then I realized I was--wait for it--chewing on an EARPLUG. I had taken my right earplug out of my ear, put it in my mouth, and chewed it into pieces. (The left one: still in.)

It's still in bits on my night stand.

Stress eater, meet teeth grinder? In any case, I can't stop giggling about it. When I win my Emmy with a character who wakes up with earplugs in her mouth, you'll know.

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In other news, today is my last day of work. Last! Day! Of work! What?!

Holy crap.

4 comments:

pia said...

Thank you for that giggle at the end of a long work week.

Xerxes said...

You are most likely subconsciously worried that "The Couch" will find out you are back in the area.

Liz said...

X,

You think I'm mangling the earplugs like I think The Couch is plotting to mangle my toes (again)?

That's a thought that's going to fester.

Liz said...

Hi, Pia!

I'm glad my subconscious could oblige. And that I didn't choke in my sleep. :)