I remember getting up and pulling the plugs. Thing is, I can't for the life of me tell you WHY I did it. Or how I managed to get two cuts on my hands from doing so. But it happened, and I'll be damned if I know the hows and whys. I mean, my alarm wasn't going off yet, and I had one of the three bulbs on the lamp on, but that was because I knew I had to get up for class soon after having gone to bed (around 4) and keeping one of the lights on keeps me from falling into too deep a sleep. Why was I so angry at them? Why both of them? And why the hell don't I know?
I'm starting to think I've become possessed.