Here I am, sitting in the dark, typing away. I'm using the laptop, but sitting in the chair I normally use for the other computer. Every so often, I reach down to use the mouse, but the cursor doesn't move. The disconnect is jarring until consciousness and brain stem meet, and I reach for the touchpad.
Not only am I sitting in a room with 3 computers (two of which are running) but I've committed mouse use to muscle memory.
And yet I have a girlfriend.
The law of averages holds again.