January 9th, 2008 at 11:06 pm (Real Life)
I usually work late, and when I have an early meeting, my girlfriend sets the alarm for me after she wakes. This morning, she asked me if I wanted her to set it. I sat upright, grabbed her arm, lay back down, closed my eyes, and said, “I thought we were going to help you escape. They don’t have a replacement yet. Get some Molotov cocktails… burn the whole place down.”
Naturally, I have no memory of this. She told me about it when she got home from work.