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November 21, 2002
Mornings
Phone: drrrring drrrring
Me: Hmmm... *sniff*... *blink*... *roll over*
Phone: drrrrring.... drrrring
Me: *blinkblink* Wha? Oh Holy Crap.
Me: Thud. Fumble. Crash. FUCK! Bam. Ouch. Damnit. Splat.
Me: "Hello?"
I like mornings, but whoever decided that they should exist so early in the day needs a good ass kicking. The phone rang at stupid o'clock this morning, which caused a near disaster as I tried to navigate towards the ringing object in the kitchen.
Me: "No.. you didn't wake me up."
Now, when anybody ever asks me that question, 9 times out of 10 I will happily lie my ass off, and try to convince the other person that I was awake, and not curled up comfortably in my bed. Why is that?
Me: "I was just about to hang out the washing." (why can I not think of anything CONVINCING at 6am?)
As luck would have it, it wasn't even for me. Agony. I am possessive about my sleep. I am the eye-twitching neurotic psychopath that would guard my sleep with a rifle, if I wasn't already unconscious. Strangly, I'm always very polite on the phone - even if I've just been dragged from a heavy coma just to answer a wrong number.
So, that was the beginning of my day. Typical, really.
Posted by Jacqui at November 21, 2002 07:52 PM
Comments
I too find myself politely saying that no they didn't wake me up. Maybe one day just out of pure curiousity I'll be honest and tell them that they did!
Posted by: Vanessa at January 2, 2003 04:21 PM