That John Denver's fulla shit!
Possible Originations of the Source of the Ringing of the iPhone at 3:40 a.m. Sunday
--Robocall/spam
--butt-dial
--insomniac or new parent on the East Coast
--the Better Homes and Gardens $25,000 prize winner notification
--my Kansass friends, wanting to settle a bar bet
--someone on vacation in Hawaii, having miscalculated the time difference, wanting to know the name of that awesome fish place because they want to go there tomorrow
--solar flare
--poltergeist
--Steve Jobs, checking things out (he's a detail guy)
Where My Mind Went, With an Intractable Force that Compelled Me to Get Out of Bed to Go Downstairs to Check the Fucking Thing Because I Can't Sleep Until I Do
--My sister, calling with bad tidings of yet another family illness or death
What It Actually Was
--Your flight to Bumblefuck was cancelled. Here's when the next one is: Two days from now. Go fuck yourself.
--Robocall/spam
--butt-dial
--insomniac or new parent on the East Coast
--the Better Homes and Gardens $25,000 prize winner notification
--my Kansass friends, wanting to settle a bar bet
--someone on vacation in Hawaii, having miscalculated the time difference, wanting to know the name of that awesome fish place because they want to go there tomorrow
--solar flare
--poltergeist
--Steve Jobs, checking things out (he's a detail guy)
Where My Mind Went, With an Intractable Force that Compelled Me to Get Out of Bed to Go Downstairs to Check the Fucking Thing Because I Can't Sleep Until I Do
--My sister, calling with bad tidings of yet another family illness or death
What It Actually Was
--Your flight to Bumblefuck was cancelled. Here's when the next one is: Two days from now. Go fuck yourself.
Labels: cryin' amazacrazy, indignities of transit, Jesus H. Christ in a sidecar drinking tequila, way too old for this kind of shit anymore
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