This is a dramatization of what I feel like when awoken.
*is rudely awoken by loud stranger on the phone in the next room over*
*puts on nightgown*
* walks down the cold hallway barefoot*
* grabs hunting riffle off the the mantle from over the fire*
*warms cold feet near fire for a second*
* walks back up the hallway*
* murders who ever is on the phone this loud at Fucking midnight*
*sacrifices there dammed soul to Satan* ( because there is a special place in hell for them for waking me up)
* drinks blood of enemy like glass of warm milk*
* goes back to sleep in the peaceful quiet of the night*
If there is one thing I love just as much as chocolate and skyrim its my sleep. ( and I get so little sleep) waking me up unwise and I will be very grumpy and cranky until I get back to sleep. No victims were actually sacrificed.
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