Murder, Death, Kill.

I'm awake. I'm awake at 7 am. I'm awake at 7 am on a day that I've scheduled a vacation day from work. Why am I awake, you might ask? Because my oh-so-thoughtful husband, after being told TWICE yesterday that I was off today, set my alarm.

So now I'm too pissed to go back to sleep. Partially because I'm awake at all, and partly because I feel like he didn't listen to a god damned thing I told him yesterday. (I should have known, when he forgot two minutes after I told him the first time).

So he's going to die twice. Once for each.

Grrrr...