Why?
Would you call me at 8:46am on a Sunday and not leave a message. It’s not your fault that my ringer was still turned up from going to a couple of shows this weekend, but still. Chances are you also know that my phone sits on my bedside table (which happens to be level with my bed) so it’s basically like Crystal Castles was playing a private show for me in my external auditory meatus when it went off.
And then you don’t even leave a message?
Or maybe you left a message, but my visual voicemail is still broken and I don’t remember the password to retrieve it manually.
Either way, you probably could have texted me, because I just reverse looked up your number, which I sort of recognise, but isn’t saved, and it is a cellular provider.
Now I’m up, so I might answer you next call, if I’m not too busy hanging on to that grudge for waking me up.
