tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8976770.post8737360578304148885..comments2023-10-21T18:11:04.414-07:00Comments on Joystory: "Since I'm eating for three," he said.Joy Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976987581528470589noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8976770.post-60251175080524491452007-11-20T17:05:00.000-08:002007-11-20T17:05:00.000-08:00That's too funny, I used to talk in my sleep when ...That's too funny, I used to talk in my sleep when I was much younger. My mom would come into my room on Saturday morning on her way to work and tell me what she wanted me to do that day, and usually leave me the grocery money on my dresser. I'd wake up hours later and find the money but have no clue what it was for. :)<BR/>P.S. I could have sworn I left a comment on your poem yesterday, I think it's good. And eighth grade is the height of angst.Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17968479919482739686noreply@blogger.com