The fire alarm in my building went off for the first time since I moved in almost two years ago at 1am this morning.
Since nobody ever fucks around with it, I figured it was real, so I scooped up the cat, put him in the carrier, and ran, heart pounding, outside.
Where I was the only person there. Some dipshit had accidentally triggered the alarm.
So there I was, barefoot and slowly freezing from my feet up, with a yowling cat in a box, trying to figure out what the hell happened.
Eventually, someone came over and turned off the alarm, but I was so awake at that point that I couldn’t get back to sleep until 2am.
The best part of this? I had a 6am call today, which meant my alarm went off at fucking 4:45. I’ve been at work for 15 minutes and I’m already on my second Red Bull.
If I ever find out who did this, I will make their internal organs external.
Fucking 4:45? Wow, that’s even worse than just generic 4:45.
4:45 in the morning is always fucking 4:45 in the morning. It’s never a good hour to be awake.
Speaking for 4:45, I’d agree.
It’s a great time to be awake. 5am is when Legends of the Hidden Temple comes on on GAS. If you stay up all night drinking, 4:45am ain’t early, it’s late.
Also, Olmec rules.