Oh, for crying out loud.
May. 26th, 2007 02:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosDear Mom,
You asked me earlier this week if I had to work on Saturday night and I said, yeah, probably, but I wasn't sure. Know what this means? I need to sleep. By which I mean, that night job that I have means I'm probably going to have to be in bed most of the day, so if you could lay the hell off so I can finish sleeping I will be sure to come up and suffer with you through my grandmother faking polite for one afternoon out of the one weekend a year she visits when she doesn't even bother to call us the other twelve months. Really, you don't need to leave me voicemails and send down my brother to try and wake me up.
I WILL SAVE YOU, I SWEAR.
Sincerely,
Me
You asked me earlier this week if I had to work on Saturday night and I said, yeah, probably, but I wasn't sure. Know what this means? I need to sleep. By which I mean, that night job that I have means I'm probably going to have to be in bed most of the day, so if you could lay the hell off so I can finish sleeping I will be sure to come up and suffer with you through my grandmother faking polite for one afternoon out of the one weekend a year she visits when she doesn't even bother to call us the other twelve months. Really, you don't need to leave me voicemails and send down my brother to try and wake me up.
I WILL SAVE YOU, I SWEAR.
Sincerely,
Me
