freshly sharpened pencils...

is there such a thing as sleep-talking into your cellphone? well, my older bhudi called me from the queen's land last night. here's the catch. i had yozela-ed with telly on, completely knocked out, and the next minute i phaphama with phone clamped to ear in mid conversation. i honestly have no idea when how i answered the phone. i have no recollection of what i said before i realised what i was saying. by that time - 11 whole minutes into the phonecall - he already had the upper hand and was in fits of laughter asking me all sorts of questions. for a second i even thought i was the one who had called him. hayi bo, it's been a while since i felt so stupid. i guess this year, i'll be april's fool!