Sure, it’s my fault for going to bed at 4:50am, and everyone is entitled to freak out once in a while, but this dude seems to do it on a daily basis. I seriously think there is something wrong with him.

I woke up this morning at 9:02am to the sound of a closet door slamming, and muffled shouting. Not impressed.

There’s a good chance that I’ll be in a grumpy mood now thanks to him. WTF.

Dude, its Saturday. Save your meltdowns for the weekdays when I have to get up early anyway. Settle down, breathe deep, and maybe pop a valium or two… or three… better make that ten.