This weekend reaffirmed that I never want to be the type of friend who sleeps with her phone on silent.   I’m always oddly touched when my phone becomes alive between one and three with various stories and drama; the recipient needing an ear or sometimes a ride.  They have chosen me and the reason was important enough (in their mind) to possibly wake me and I like that, regardless of the sleep disruptions. Because sometimes NO IT CANNOT WAIT UNTIL MORNING and fuck, I’ve been there, too.