apparently we had an extended conversation, during which the bitchiness occurred. i have no recollection of the conversation at all.

I've had this experience with my mom, especially in those school quarters where I have late classes and get to sleep in. She visits around 7:00 and talks to me, apparently with real, coherent, conversation, and later I don't remember it. But... I've never done that one a _phone_ before. I have to really seriously lean out of my bed to reach the phone.

... no wonder i was bitchy to him, i guess. he was an evil queen who wouldn't die.

That's funny. I wish I remembered my dreams more so I could relish humorous stuff like that.