So far this week sucks and it’s only 9:10 in the morning.
Russ is out of town and because I have this really weird phobia of home invasion my parents asked me to sleep over at their house. I was really reluctant but I went home got my things and went back to my parents (the beauty of only living 1.3 miles from them) I helped my youngest brother finish a school project and then I went to sleep. or tried to.
The futon in the guestroom is so hard and uncomfortable that I could not sleep
Well the yelling went on for quite a while. My parents took away my brothers car
My parents finally went to bed and my brothers stayed up talking to each other
But I showered
When I got to work and went to the kitchen to eat my morning waffles I discovered that my brand new box of waffles had been thrown away. So today I don’t get breakfast