Exhausted

Some jerk last night kept calling. Started at 3:00am. I answered the second call (because the phone was far away from where I was sleeping all snuggly in my bed).

Me: (worried tone of voice, I mean, if my family calls at this time, there's something majorly emergency wrong). Hello?

Some jerk: Hi. I'm calling back.

Me: *pause* Uh. You must have the wrong number.

Some jerk: Isn't this ### 5056?

Me: No. It's 5156.

Some jerk: Yeah, that's right. You called me a few minutes ago.

Me: No. I was asleep a few minutes ago. And, I'd like to get back to doing that. You have the wrong number.

Some jerk: Are you sure?

Me: That I was asleep? Darn tootin. I suggest you try calling whoever called AFTER the sun comes up. (Click as I hang up).

The idiot kept calling back. Finally, I logged my computer online and forced every call to go to voicemail. I had six messages this morning. *GRRR* Suffice it to say, the first night in two weeks that I went to sleep before 3 am and some idiot woke me up. I didn't fall asleep again until 5am, and of course, I had to get up at 6:30.

*sigh* Me = Tired. And cranky. The wench is in, and is typing what looks to be a personal email. Yay her. Hopefully, the weather holds because she's going golfing in T-minus 122 minutes

What will I be doing? Finishing up the inventory data, getting some photos sorted, going home and sleeping instead of going to the gym.

And, I'm so busy right now (except, I'm stealing time to write this) that I just want to scream. I really need a few days of no interruptions to get things organized and on track again.

*sigh*