Sleeping and eating are two things that don’t really go together. True, they both involve a degree of drooling, but I think that’s where the similarities end.
The other day, at 6.30am in the morning I was simultaneously doing both. Not literally of course. As far as I know I have never engaged in sleep-eating. That would be a akin to sleep-walking, bedwetting, insomnia and other night-time predicaments of the same ilk.
