i woke up this morning with a cut on the palm of my left hand. somehow, in the middle of the night, i had neatly sliced a part of the fleshy meat by my thumb- not enough to gush blood or require stitches, but enough to cause pain and a definite, puzzling irritation. what made the whole situation much more mysterious- and here's where it gets interesting- is that chris remembers me getting up in the middle of the night. i, on the other hand, recall no such thing!

so, what's all this, then? did i get up in the middle of the night, unbeknownst to myself, and proceed to make myself a bagel? during this sleepytime snack preparation, did i incur a bagel-related injury to my left hand, the very hand that would have held said bagel? then, after i cut myself, did i decide that i no longer required a snack and then stumble back to bed? the whole situation is very mind-blowing. it's like i've become a character in a horror novel- the girl that thinks she's completely innocent but is actually the killer who kills while asleep. or, let's say, the bagel slicer who slices while asleep. very intriguing.

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