The first time this happened was August 06 at Wheelers house. Sleeping on the ratty futon mattress he keeps in his guest bedroom, I fell asleep on one of my arms or something. I don know, but I woke up flipping the hell out cuz I couldn’t feel it. Too tired and running only on the shot of adrenaline that woke me up, all I could do was stand go “huuah… HUAHHH!” and look around panicked for a little bit until I realized feeling was coming back to my limb and it had just fallen asleep and I would be fine.
Then October 07 I was ill and took some Niquil (store brand Niquil knockoff if we wanna be precise) and while waiting for it to kick in I was stretching on my bed. Well, the effect snuck the eff up on me I guess, cuz I fell asleep laying down with my left leg bent behind me so that the bottom of my foot was on my back. 20 minutes later, it was dead enough to force me awake with the same shock and fear.
Now, just a few minutes ago I woke up and it happened to something else. But I don’t know what. It’s so late and I’m so tired at the time I’m writing this (2:59AM) that I can’t remember if it was my arm or leg. Dammit. This blog is useless now. I should have written this experience first and then gone back to the others. Stupid. What was I thinking? Stupid, stupid STOOPID! Gawd.
Eff this blog. Not just THIS blog. The whole thing. I’m shutting it down. This is stupid. How annoying.
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