Wake up call!!!

COME AS YOU ARE......AS YOU WERE....AS I WANT YOU TO BEEE....

I grope for the phone even as the words 'I'm going to kill her' swirl through the fog in my brain... only to be greeted by a deep rumble, 'Hello..'. Uh-oh. This cannot bode well. My obviously sleep stained response brings forth a shocked, 'Why aren't you up already? Don't you have to go to work?'. A number of cells on the right hand of my brain struggle to co-ordinate limbs, limited ocular capability, lack of auditory stimulation from outside, and in less than 6 seconds, I'm able to rasp out, 'At 6 in the morning?!?!?!!'. '6? Isn't it 8 o'clock?'. I fumble again. 'NO. IT'S NOT!'. 'Oh, ok, go back to sleep then..'

It is now patently obvious that the little git has deliberately chosen a partner who shares the same congenital defect; a complete inability to comprehend and calculate the different time zones and my list of pros for moving back to India, just got longer. I have now had the same hours of sleep since Sunday, as the time zone that separates me, and a neck my hands would have wrapped around. IIM-B has a lot to answer for! Either that, or the boy has a peculiar desire to be on the receiving end of both Guha girls at their morning surliest. Still, they do teach them better manners than we were able to do with the little git, as a sheepish email apologises for calling at an ungodly hour.

He's a lovely boy and I like him. Next time, I'll take his head off.