i'm definitely not having visions of sugarplums...

so apparently i talk in my sleep. a lot. like pretty much every night. my roommate will give me reports each morning about what i did and said. usually it involves me laughing out loud in my sleep, which is pretty creepy if you think about it. imagine you're sleeping, it's the middle of the night, it's dark, and you're kind of out of it. all the sudden you hear someone laughing. CREEPY. yeah. i guess i'm a creeper. i also have full-on conversations, sit up in my bed, and turn lamps on and off.

according to webmd.com, causes of sleep-talking are...

Other things that can cause sleep talking include:

* certain medications
* emotional stress
* fever
* mental health disorder
* substance abuse

i'm pretty sure i'm not on any medication, i don't have a mental health disorder, i'm not currently abusing any substances, and the only cure for the fever i've got is more cowbell. that leaves emotional stress. which makes sense, since my life is currently at the mercy of school and work.

anyway, the point is: i'm a crazy person when i sleep. aaaand maybe when i'm awake. the jury is still out on that one.

i'm not dead.

so in recent weeks (and in many weeks to come), my life has been dedicated almost entirely to making lesson plans, grading papers, grading tests, making lesson plans, grading tests, grading papers, and every once in a while i get an hour or so to do some of my own homework. aka i have no life during the week. and mostly not on the weekends either. except for every once in a while, like this weekend we went to a birthday party where a spontaneous dance party broke out. it was much needed, i assure you.

so here's some proof for the world that i'm not dead, contrary to popular opinion and the deathly palor of my skin. seriously, i need sun.