An Experience We Have All Shared

One night, many moons ago, as I lay in bed, with a rather imperative case of the spins, I realized there was something very important I needed to do.

"There is something very important I need to do," I said to the girl I was dating at the time, who I was in bed with. I couldn't really articulate it, but she didn't really press me with questions, more simply sighed in agreement and nodded. I didn't even really recall what it was I needed to do, but I knew it was important. Perhaps a small fire I had started, and wanted to check on. Did I need to drink a half gallon of vitamin water? Did I need to vomit? Did I have a deep and abiding suspicion (or knowledge, that simply was clouded in party haze) that something valuable had been stolen or lost, and I needed to confirm this? These were all distinct possibilities.

Instead, however, I got up, and the complete failure of my cerebellum propelled me across the room with enough force that I destroyed a piece of furniture. In the attempt to get up, I pulled the same trick, several times in a row. I then thought to myself, "perhaps it is, indeed, time for bed."

I crawled back in bed, and my then girlfriend asked of me, somewhat perturbed, "what the hell was it you needed to do?"

To which I could only reply honestly, "apparently, I needed to destroy your room."