an open letter
to whoever turned my alarm off yesterday or last night:
not only did my dreams contain computerized versions of myslelf, vampires, and some wake-up-in-other-persons-body theme, but i woke up an hour past the time i should have been at work, the dog may have permanently damaged my bladder when she bounced on my belly, and my desk is looking more soft and fluffy and bed-like than it ever has before.
in short, you are an evil, evil person.