Mitchell rolled out of bed with a disgusted groan at the sound of the telephone ringing. Assuming it was for his roommate, he slowly sat up, stretched, and relaxed as the ringing ended, followed by the sound of a rough voice addressing the caller: "What the hell do you want at this time?" He rolled his eyes. It wasn't like it was 2 in the morning, but it was a small improvement from living with his mother. 
He brushed off the tragic realization that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep again, and went through his usual morning routine. 
"Telemarketers!" shouted the roommate. "Can you believe 'em?" 
"Yes," muttered Mitchell.