The dangerous part of passing out at 8pm is waking up at 4am, which is precisely what I did. I guess I should be happy that I got a mostly uninterrupted 8 hours but still, this workday is not gonna be a fun one.
Thank God it's Sunday and historically speaking, most people hang up on me on Sundays.
Or yell at me and ask DO YOU KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS. Which, yes, I do know that. Some people's workweeks start on Sundays, like me.
And nobody is making you answer the phone. So. Please consider that before being a dick.
Believe me when I say that I don't want to be talking to you, either.
