Last night, I had the best sleep ever. Sadly, my Mother woke me up at 6:30 or earlier to tell me she was worried that the trashman wasn't going to dump out all of our trash so I had to follow him and talk to him. There I was sitting half-awake on my doorstep, waiting for a huge truck full of trash to come by so I could share with him my mother's worry. Until today, I never realized how loud their cars were. Right as the truck came in clear view of my driveway, I ran to it... but apparently I'm only one of the shortest things on Earth so its not like they could see me. I tried to yell "EXCUSE ME" but as most of you know, I have a puny voice that only a squirrel could hear. I then realized that it wasn't just my black trashcan that was still full... but my whole block's. My irritable behavior rose and I insisted on calling my mom to blame her for waking me up and being so ignorant. I guess she just wanted to have a clean, trash-less house. Up to now I'm still pretty angry because I have no plans for the day and sleeping makes the day go faster. I've already completed all my exercising and cleaning for the day.
The internet is boring, and my eyes hurt. I'm going to dance to Shiny Toy Guns. Enjoy yourselves.
No comments:
Post a Comment