My eyes are closing. Probably because of all that beer I drank instead of working. I’m not a good worker, I’m a good drunkard. We’ll talk again tomorrow Siri. Hopefully I’ll just have to stay away from you during nights! Siri, if you are going to die during this night, can I suggest you to;

1) take some care and to buy one safe escape from darkness!
2) learn about the dust composition.
3) make it fast.
4) write the story of your death.

Please, don’t forget to put my three alarm clocks at… whenever!
P.S. I will snooze the button but don’t take it personally! That would just mean that I am trapped in my dreams. And it’s also because I don’t like it at all. The alarm goes off at dawn, but I’m not in the mood.