It's not my fault...

that your CD drive isn't working (yeah, hitting it repeatedly is going to make it better and definitely not just break your entire computer!), that you didn't check what time you were supposed to start work today, that you woke up late and are going to be late, and that you asked me for a ride right before you were about to leave and when I hadn't even gotten out of my pj's. I already bailed you out once this week when you slept in, and you're not going to ruin my day off because you insist on staying up until 6am every night and never get enough sleep. I'm getting pretty sick of these little tantrums. Have a great day.