nonsensenical.. wt!@#$%^&*()_+??

harris called me at around 1am last night and woke me up from my reverie. our usual conversation will ensue with me responding sleepily without actually knowing what i'm responding to. then. i actually mumbled something to him along the lines of "you got sell food thermometers?"

when he replied with a loud and incredulous "huh?!", i snapped out of it and said, "sorry, was dreaming." and went on, a little coherently i hope, about some other things before hanging up.

gosh. work is starting to get to me. food thermometers. bleargh.

what nonsense.