Respect the Saturday..
Seems I woke up on the wrong side of the futon today..
I drifted off to sleep around 9am this morning, only to be rudely awoken by my cell phone at 12:30, on a SATURDAY I might add. When I first wake up, especially if I'm suddenly shaken from slumber, I can't see. Not one thing, so I did not notice the call was coming from the 416 area code *For you non-Canadian's that Toronto. Well I don't know anybody in Toronto so I shouldn't have answered. Bill Collectors. On a Saturday. No Respect for the Saturday. Interupt my supper, but don't you capitalist mother fuckers dare to touch the Saturday. Seems my cable/isp/cell company wants me to pay my bill, which only came in a few days ago (I realize now I probably didn't pay it last month) but still... even if I was to pay the bill the very second he called, it's Saturday, normal places are closed and they wouldn't get their money for days anyways. I don't remember the conversation at all, I probably just said yes alot and yawned. Anything that happens before an hour after I wake up, didn't happen in my mind. I actually won't remember. I've had complete conversations with people, and hours later have no knowledge of the events taking place.
So cranky from my wake up call, I proceeded to the kitchen to get a drink, a drink of juice. The juice looked like my regular orange punch, but alas my taste buds were ill prepared. Because my juice was clearly not orange, it was MANGO. I almost spit it out from shock, since I prepared myself for orange.
I love being melow-dramatic.
I drifted off to sleep around 9am this morning, only to be rudely awoken by my cell phone at 12:30, on a SATURDAY I might add. When I first wake up, especially if I'm suddenly shaken from slumber, I can't see. Not one thing, so I did not notice the call was coming from the 416 area code *For you non-Canadian's that Toronto. Well I don't know anybody in Toronto so I shouldn't have answered. Bill Collectors. On a Saturday. No Respect for the Saturday. Interupt my supper, but don't you capitalist mother fuckers dare to touch the Saturday. Seems my cable/isp/cell company wants me to pay my bill, which only came in a few days ago (I realize now I probably didn't pay it last month) but still... even if I was to pay the bill the very second he called, it's Saturday, normal places are closed and they wouldn't get their money for days anyways. I don't remember the conversation at all, I probably just said yes alot and yawned. Anything that happens before an hour after I wake up, didn't happen in my mind. I actually won't remember. I've had complete conversations with people, and hours later have no knowledge of the events taking place.
So cranky from my wake up call, I proceeded to the kitchen to get a drink, a drink of juice. The juice looked like my regular orange punch, but alas my taste buds were ill prepared. Because my juice was clearly not orange, it was MANGO. I almost spit it out from shock, since I prepared myself for orange.
I love being melow-dramatic.