The Obscure

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Monday, September 13, 2004

 
So my break from El Blog didn't quite make the "few days" mark, but I think a day and a half is pretty admirable, don't you?
I have an excuse though, my day was Eventful! (kind of)

I slept late this morning, woke up about 5 times to my mom saying, "Johnny, time to rise and shine! Don't you want some hot coffee?" (taking advantage of my addictions, as is the Motherly Creed). At and/or around 7:30, I got up and showered, which took a while because I fell asleep in there (I know, it's strange, but it happens a lot) and prepared for school. Now, before departing school, I developed a horrible condition in my digestive system, which can only be described as intestinal-Hell. I took a Brooks' Dulcolax-Wannabe, drank approxiamately my own weight in water, and figured, "Eh, I'll just go to school and maybe things will be better in a while."
There is no escape from intestinal-Hell.
After walking about three-fourths of the way to school, my stomach was hit with a horrible feeling that caused me to wonder whether I had unwittingly devoured a steel-mill at some point during the previous night.
I was forced to come home, I had no option.

So I came home, told my mom that I couldn't go to school, on account of my stomach pain, went into the bathroom for three decades and emerged a new man!
I stayed home for the rest of the day though, just in case I still had a girder or two in there.

After all this business, I decided to play some Zelda. I sat down with the Gamecube controller in my hands, at about 10 o'clock. I decided at about 6:30 that I would take a break for a while.
That pretty much brings you up to speed. At some point Tim and Taylor were here. Things were said, certain parties hurled certain mini-vortex footballs at the heads of other certain parties. It was an all around good time.

So tomorrow I guess I'll be going to school, Tuesdays are my Mondays, when all is said and done.
Ask yourself this though, did it really happen? Or is this all just an elaborate dream, concocted by my skin, in order to get revenge on me for drying it out so badly?
Seriously, my face feels like it's burning.

The Answer, my friends, is Tefflon.

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