Our water pressure is fucked. I don't understand it, I'm not a plumber. But instinct and the fact that my mother has resorted to calling a plumber has me convinced that it is totally fucked. My brother called his senior citizen friend over to check it out.
It's the weirdest thing, I swear. The water literally courses through the pipes like some sort of heart is pumping it to each sink, toilet, and shower. And it causes a power surge that runs throughout the entire house. We're supposed to get it fixed soon, since the senior citizen friend gave us an estimate on how much money it would take.
Ugh, I really don't feel like writing today. I promised myself I'd write every day, though, so here it is. It doesn't have to be a novel...
I got so sick this morning, you would not believe. I was woken up by the worst pain in my abdominal region. I've gotten this before, and I think it's some sort of allergic reaction prompted by some kind of season certain restaurants use on their chicken. Well, I ended up pulling myself out of bed at 5:30 and since the upstairs hall bathroom was out of toilet paper and baby wipes, I made my way to the powder room. We don't need to go into great detail about this, but it came out both ends. I stayed home from school today and accomplished literally nothing in spite of how far behind I am in my three A.P. classes.
So, I'm going to wrap it up now... I'm tired. I just want to finish my episode of "American Dad" and, like, three more pages of my bio packet and maybe a couple chapters of Huck Finn. I'm supposed to be on chapter twenty but let's be real for a sec: I'm on chapter eight.
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