7AM. Phone rings. I was still having dreams about.....something.....something probably football-related considering I fell asleep while watching SportsCenter.
"Gooooood Morning!" the voice trumpets.
Ahhh yes. Mr. Way-too-cheery-for-a-Monday himself.
"Morning, Ray," I mumbled.
He wants to talk about work. I want to sleep. Funny how this guy appreciates the fact that I work nights but doesn't quite always get that means that I sleep during the day.
Ray knows I write about him. Why he knows is a story that could fit a few days worth of posts...but lemme just say....he knows.
He said he had some information for me. We talked for a minute and the crux of the conversation was...he was calling me to let me know that he was e-mailing me a bunch of documents. Ummm...and I needed to be woken up for this? Not that I mind talking to Ray, I would just rather do it after I've had a decent amount of sleep.
So...Ray...please, my friend, let me sleep...or I'll....I'll..,I'll blog about you! I swear it!
But, knowing Ray, he'll....blog back.
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