First of all, I'd like to welcome the reason I'm typing one handedly into my quirky little world-- Lola the chihuahua. Sweetest little girl who is getting lots of love.
Now, for some of the usual. Now, I am sleep's biggest fan. I admit to loving sleep. I need it like a puppy needs love. I'm just vicious and shaky without it. With that said, care to guess how many times my sleep was interrupted last night? Three, count them, three times. I was far from a happy camper. Some people don't seem to think that I need plenty of sleep with my job, but rest assured, the happy, personable demeanor I play up so well doesn't come to me easily. I need plenty of energy to uphold it, and when someone tells me, "Wake the fuck up," my mood's going to be even lower.
To drag it even further into the depths is the wishy washy behavior of the person waking me up.
And note, this was just the first one to rouse me from my slumber. I'm not even going to start on numbers 2 & 3 at this time. Just needed to grump about #1.
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