“Sleep, no I never get enough, always sick and I'm tired”

So today is the one day that I don’t have a final. Because I was up late studying I thought today would be a good day to sleep in. I was indulging in my waste of study time when the phone rang. When I say the phone rang I mean it in the multiple sense, and when I mean multiple I mean seventeen times in and hour and a half. After the fifth call I thought that I should just give up and get out of bed, but you know that feeling when it’s really cold, and your sheets are really warm and soft… I decided to fight for my right to sleep in. And the phone decided to fight back.

My brother had a final today. He was rushing to school and decided to cut off of Circle drive at the last minute to take Preston. The snow outside is so beautiful, an inch of perfect fluffy ‘movie’ snow which isn’t all that perfect for driving. My brother slid off the road, blew a tire, killed the front end and the coolest part was that the air bag blew. Don’t worry, he wasn’t hurt…

Anyway he trudged through that one inch of snow to call me from the Wal-Mart. I have a loft bed, so getting out of bed and to a phone before the answering machine picks up the call is a challenge. I thought my dad was home, so the first time I didn’t even try. The second time I was like Fine! and got to the phone just as it hung up. But then for the third time it rang in my hand and it was Scotty boy. So I had the joy of calling my mom at work and delivering the bad news. I started off with “Don’t freak out but…” and she didn’t! We’ve conditioned my mom over the years to the extent that when I called my mom to tell her that Scott was in the hospital because he shot himself in the hand with a nail gun all she said was, “Are to taking care of it?” I said that I was going to pick him up and she was totally fine. My poor mom.

Anyway my mom had to go pick up Scott and drive him to his final. The rest of the calls were from my mom to get my dad’s cell phone number (she didn’t write it down, so that took a few calls) my mom to check if my dad was home yet (another few calls), my brother to see if my dad was home so that he could he a ride, one of my dad’s friends looking for him, Scott’s girlfriend from work, my mom again, MCC looking for my parents, and on and on and on….

I finally gave up. I am usually a very stubborn person, but being woken up SEVENTEEN flippen times is a little much even for me.