Six in the fucking morning!!!

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Okay, so, last night, I asked R to call me, cause I had a couple things to say, and she said she'd try to call sometime around 10 or 11ish. Cool. No call. I go to bed, cause I'm actually tired at a reasonable hour, for once, and get some sleep.

I managed to get about 6 hours, before being woken at 6 am by my phone ringing. And who, you might ask, is calling me at such a haniously early hour? Yup, R. SIX IN THE FUCKING MORNING!!!!!!!!!! The ONLY reason I would EVER be awake at that ungodly hour is if I simply hadn't gone to bed the night before!

Which, of course, she is well aware of. But, SIX?!?!?! That's just cruel. And then, she actually expects me to be able to say what I needed to say (which was kinda hard), and then to carry on a conversation! She gave me, like, a minute in which to wake myself up, then I started talking.

I'm like, dude, I'm not coherant at this hour! You can't expect me to say deep, thoughtful things right now! I need a couple hours in the sunlight, and a nice cup of coffee to jumpstart my system before you can get anything reasonable out of me!!!

But just the sound of her voice does that to me, ya know? I mean, she could call at 5, or 6, or seven, or any hour, really, and I'd talk to her. And she would call at those obscene hours, too. Cause she knows that I'll talk to her at any hour of the day or night.