I hate you. No, really. I hate you with the fiery, burning passion of ten thousand suns. Go fuck yourselves up the ass with a wooden broomstick.
Why did the power have to go out this morning? Or, the more important question: why the bloody fucking HELL did the fire alarms start going off?
That's right! Every fire alarm in the building went off at 5:10 this morning. I finally fell asleep at 3:45. You do the math.
And since the alarms were still on at 6:00, I knew I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, so I got dressed, grabbed my stuff, and walked over to the MCB, where I waited until 7:00 to go in.
I am CRANKY. And GRUMPY. And if I fall asleep in Spanish, it's not my fault.