I knew when I heard footsteps outside my bedroom door at 3 and 4 in the morning that he'd say something about it, but goddamn I didn't expect it tonight till he tried to soften me up with his usual easy entry question, "Are you going to work tomorrow?"  And then he asked me, "When do you go to sleep?"  And then he ordered, the motherfucker ordered me, to wake up at 9.  Fuck you, make me.  I'm so fucking tired of his bullshit.