But It's Not Yet Noon?

I woke up early today, or more precisely, I was woken — awoken — by the callous indifference of my sister's boyfriend's mother (note: I use the phrase callous indifference to describe the act of making a phone call before noon) by way of a phone call I happened to receive due an unfortunate similarity between my sister's phone number and my own (which are nearly identical save for the last digit — if keypads would have been arranged in a single line (like I'd suggested) rather than a three-by-four grid this whole mess could have been avoided... assuming the error occurred as a result of her thumb pressing the wrong key rather than her brain reading the wrong number on a hastily scratched note — and that the number on the note was correct in the first place and not... fuck it, someone woke me up and I'm bothered — another note: when I'm bothered I seem to consider my situation and ruminate on the events that could have lead to my being bothered — I also tend to assume the people involved are working under the best of intentions... it makes me feel like less of a cliche to consider the absurdity and unintended consequences of human interaction rather than whine about how terrible the world is because of "all the self-absorbed jackasses").