Girl, you think you got problems? Last night, I ate an entire jar of crunchy peanut butter in my sleep.
It’s true, no seriously, I eat in my sleep. It’s a rare disorder, but oh-so-real. At least three nights a week, I sleepwalk into the kitchen, grab an unusual snack and devour it, remembering absolutely nothing. I have made orange juice sandwiches. I have eaten M&M cereal. I have endured ungodly proportions of pure brown sugar.