It's Sucha Heavenly Way To Die

Quietly I stir in my sleep and listen to the machine of my laptop hum and buzz in the darkness of my room, with artificial light blindly illuminating and emitting from the screen. That familiar MSN tone alerts me and I stir some more. I groan and grunt, and the more I grunt and groan, the faster the tone alerts. That stupid chime rings not only from the speakers of the laptop, but it painfully tickles my brain.
Tickle. Tickle. Scratch.
“do u mind if i call u now?”
Yes, I do mind.
“plz answer....”
No.
“gee....”
...
“ok whateva im calling now”

I set my phone to silent, sincerely hoping not to hear any rings. The next morning I awake and check the number of missed calls on my phone.
0, I thought so. I didn’t even give you my number.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths
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