I’m not Helen Keller—I’m Van Gogh. It’s not that I can’t hear, it’s that I don’t use my ears.
Sleepwalking is resterciseI was listless, so I made a list. I sat listless, listening to my inner voice before I started.
Sleepwalking is resterciseKnock on wood for good luck—and if you think that’s the best way to get the door to open.
Sleepwalking is resterciseIt’s not entirely true that I lusted after a married woman. I also lusted before her.
Sleepwalking is resterciseNo sex in marriage. Yes to laundry though. That’s the only time I get her clothes on the floor.
Sleepwalking is resterciseMan marries, then immediately dies, though it’s often decades before his funeral.
Sleepwalking is restercise