No? No?
Someone called the house this morning at 5am – THREE TIMES. Finally, on the third call, someone with a slight Irish accent actually replied to my angry “HELLO!!!” and said they’d been trying to fax something three times (“I KNOW!!!” I said), and wasn’t this New York?
“No, this is a RESIDENCE in CHICAGO at 5 O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING.”
Like many Brits, he was deeply apologetic, but my alarm was going off in twenty minutes, and fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
I’m so ready for the weekend. Where are you, Friday?
