I have sleep issues, which makes sleep, for me, one of the most valuable things in the world.
I get a busy head, don't sleep for a couple of days, and its fucked up.
So, when I do get sleep, I treasure it.
I hate that I have sleep issues. I hate that I am able to function on very little sleep. I hate that people can't really tell when I am on zero sleep, other than me telling them.
I wish that 8 hours of sleep was the standard for me, but it isn't.
When I get a weekend to sleep in, nothing pisses me off more than being woken-up. NOTHING.
My mother continues to think that calls on a Saturday before 9AM are acceptable. Eve the same.
At no time, I repeat no time, are calls before 9AM on a weekend acceptable.
They are actually quite rude.
Unless I'm already awake, then I have probably already called you.