The Things I Say

It's best not to talk to me while I'm sleeping, especially if you expect me to say brilliant, insightful things.

Him: It's Monday and I'm trying not to give in to the horses of despair.
Me: Are those like the Four Horses of the Apocalypse?
completely blank stare
Him: What on earth are you talking about? I said forces of despair. Forces.
Me: Oh.

God. I used to be smarter than this. I swear.

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