So the fucker beeps at me. Doesn't beep. Plays a merry tune.
I think, "Mother has broken a hip; daughter is in the hoosegow."
I race out of bed in pitch darkness. I stub two toes on a dresser I've always hated - and now hate even more. I get to the phone and look down. I have an email. Oh, good. I love email. I must figure out these notification beeps and bonks.
I press the screen and up it pops:
I decided to stay at home after the weekend. I am so burned out. Could you tell Kevin to take notes for me and maybe you can meet with him after class to tell him so I know what to do for next class. I'll definitely be there Wednesday. Have a good night!
So, I can't wait to see Kevin in the morning to tell him what a shit his buddy is. Oh, and the free instruction he wants passed along. Fuck it.