Here's how my morning played out for me today.
As I lay in bed debating whether or not I really thought I could go to my 9 o' clock class, I was hit all the sudden by a feeling of dread. I realized that I had completely forgotten to create a blog. I sprang out of bed and ran out of the bedroom only to be met quite abruptly with my couch's arm in my gut. Though it hurt I had to finish my quest. I hurtled two chairs and dodged my girlfriend's makeshift desk only to be tripped by the internet cables crisscrossing the apartment, slamming me into the four-foot dehumidifier. You see, we had a flood the night before. Not anything large, but enough for the "Catastrophe Cleaners" to stop on by and completely destroy our home. Our couch is in the Kitchen, my computer, at the moment, is almost blocking the exit of this disaster area, and we've had to deal with the roar of these industrial size fans here to dry up the water.
I only have a total of three hours of sleep in me, no big deal Jim (the "Catastrophe Cleaners" crewman) , I can handle this for four days without a doubt. And those holes in the wall, nah, those a fine too Jim, I didn't like that paint job anyway. Thanks for the help buddy, I'll see you next time that we need someone to go drastically overboard and ruin our apartment.
See you in class.
