Rude Awakening

This morning, at approximately 11:05AM, about 30 minutes after my boyfriend called, about an hour after my best friend called (To which I found out later was about a dream she had about canaries and poop), and the big one, about five hours after I had hopped into my comfortable, soft, warm bed–I was rudely awakened by three loud bangs on the door. I hadn’t picked up either phone calls, at least consciously, so there was no way in hell I was going to peel myself out of bed and answer the door. Then a miracle, a religious miracle even, I got out of bed, groggy and clearly upset. I quickly unlock the door to be welcomed by two men, holding bibles…evangelical solicitors??!!!

(Wait a second, just a thought–Those still exist? What? Are we in the 1990s or something? Can’t they send an e-mail? Can’t that get forwarded to my junk inbox, never to be seen again?)

“I’m sorry, did we wake you?”
“Yes.”
“Are you a night-worker?”
“No.”

The sad, honest truth–because no one gets that anymore–is that, in fact, I am a night worker. I stayed up all night and diligently watched Grey’s Anatomy.

If I wasn’t regaining sensation in the left side of my nose, I’d be more pissed off.