I got tired of resetting all my clocks after all the power outages this week. Today I woke up at the crack of random, blinking time o'clock.

I just said, "who the hell is calling here at 9 o'clock at night?" and I died a little on the inside.

The thing that frightens me the most about being brutally murdered is having Nancy Grace screeching about the details of it on primetime tv.

"It's five o'clock somewhere" I say as I leave work at 9am