Disturbing

So I have an alarm on my cell phone. This is what I use to wake myself up in the morning. I do not use my digital clock alarm because it makes me want to club baby seals.

Those of you who know me, know this. The snooze button is my friend. Actually, it's my secret lover. I would have no problems making a long-term commitment to my old friend Snooze.

Yesterday morning, I hit snooze several times. What do I mean by several? Okay, I will estimate around twenty. I know, I know. Waking up is a process, and you do NOT want to screw up my process. Just. Trust. Me.

So after hitting snooze "several" times, a message popped up on my screen. The details are a bit fuzzy because I lost some of my memory in the fit of rage that followed, but it was somewhere along the lines of "Excessive use of snooze button. Alarm off."

WHAT THE??? I am an effing twenty-five year-old woman, and my CELL PHONE is judging me? AT&T, you might think about upping your employee incentives. Apparently hiding out in one of your cubicles there is someone who is so unhappy with their life that they feel the need to play a sick joke on your subscribers.

I am off to take a nap. So ha.