so not a morning person

Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009

Things you should not do:

  • wake me up at 6:30 to borrow my cell phone for a phone call you don’t even make
  • vacuum downstairs before 7AM
  • be my neighbor who decided to pull out fence posts with his Jeep and repeated hit the gas trying to get said fence post out at 6:30AM.
  • let your yappy dogs outside at 5AM so they can bark nonstop outside your neighbor’s (MY) window for an hour.

The past two days have been like this. I was woken up way too early by ridiculous things that were not necessary when I didn’t have to be up for a few more hours.

I really enjoy my sleep. I need sleep or I’m a complete bitch. It’s true. And once I’m up, I’m up. I can’t fall back asleep. So not enough sleep, of course, doesn’t start my day off right and then if I have to deal with bullshit all day?

Let’s just say Jamie hasn’t been so lovely this week.

The chipper and happy people who are bright eyed and bushy tailed at 7AM need to just stop or keep that nonsense far away from me. I’m thrilled you’re a morning person but I would be more thrilled if you stayed away from me. I do not want to talk to you about your new project or that new dress you bought on sale before 9AM. Once I’m fully awake, I’m more than happy to talk about your cat, Fluffy, and your dinner plans.

(And there is the revving of the engine again. Dude, you’ve been trying to get the post out for two hours, the effing fence post is not coming out!)

So for the record:  you shouldn’t talk to me until I’m fully awake because you will either 1) be completely ignored or 2) more than likely be dead and buried by a murderous look and a “seriously?”.

Obviously, there are exceptions to this rule though.

Like this weekend, I’ll be at BlogHer. So many friends and people I want to meet will be there and there will definitely not be enough time to do it all so I will be squeezing as much in as possible. So don’t worry BlogHer roomies, I’ll be in the best mood ever this weekend.

And probably more than slightly drunk.