My day begins with a ring

a ringing telephone, that is. Which I didnt get up to answer. In fact, I know the day started much earlier than that, at around 7am, but I promptly went back to sleep until this phone began to ring. Which was my cue that it was 11 or 11.30 - and I had to get my ass out of bed. The answering machine got it. My father left a messege " git your git out of bed and git your git ready for school " - mind you, that is paraphrased. Obviously. Or, well, if it is not obvious, you've either not met my father, or believe him to be a horribly stupid man. Either Or, I continue on with my day, as it almost rivals the synopsus(?) of Andy's week.


crap.... i just got really tired....
well....
ill tell you later.