I was woken up to a phone call again this morning. It’s not a regular occurrence, but when it happens things generally turn into a shit fight.
When I’m asleep, I don’t want to talk to you. When I’m in a deep sleep, I will most definitely not talk to you. If you call someone else and ask them to wake me up so that you can ask me to do something that doesn’t need to be done for another two weeks I will be livid.
And apparently that’s completely unreasonable, because now I’m a malicious and vile person in the eyes of my ever-righteous mother. As much as it’s hurting, I’m absolutely furious at the things she said this morning, both the first and the second time she woke me.
So after it happened, I did the most logical thing that anyone would do; I got dressed, and ran away from home.
I actually went shopping, but anything that turns me into anything more than a despicable monster is fine by me. At least I’ve got a new phone.