Let me tell you how I’m not a morning person… someone called my place at 7:30 this morning, waking me up, and asking for Michael. The only rational thought I could think was “hey, I’m not Michael, they probably want my flatmate.” So I wake him up and tell him to get the phone. Oh wait… my flatmate’s name is Matt. WOW, talk about a brain fart, but it’s just another example of how I’m not a morning person.
a.m. brain fart
Saturday, November 13th, 2004