nothing like going from dead asleep to full panic mode in 3 seconds to start off your friday morning.

i don’t know why mr. furley feels it’s his supervisory duty to inform everyone everytime it snows more than two inches that they have to move their car by 9 a.m. he does it every single time it snows.

every time.

i think i got it mr. furley, no need to come pounding on my door at 7 in the fucking morning to remind me. and while i’m at it, a nice knock would do. there really is no need to make the junk on my entry way walls bounce and the door rattle underneath your hammerlike fists.

i am hoping the day can only get better from this point on.