After coming down with the Blahs on Friday, it became apparent to me that my mind was not working to its usual 100% capacity. Uberman and I may or may not have had the following conversation via cell phone while I was on my way home from work:
Me: (Recounting story I had heard on the news earlier in the day) Isn't that disgusting? The guy was into narcolepsy.
He: What? How can you be into narcolepsy?
Me: I know! Some people are so sick!
He: No, I mean how can you be "into" it?
He: Narcolepsy. He liked sleeping?
Me: No, aren't you listening to me? He liked to have sex with dead people.
He: (laughing) Um, Babe, that's necrophilia. (more laughing)
Me: Oh, wait. What did I say?
He: You said Narcolepsy. Which is uncontrollable sleep. (still laughing)
Me: Oh my God, I'm stupid. Did I tell you I don't feel well?
He: (Laughing harder)