Turns out I have another throat infection. My tenth this year. So I'm in plenty of physical pain. And on top of that, I'm so tired I can hardly see well enough to type this. But that's not the worst part. I had to clean the kitchen despite being barely conscious enough to speak, and when I finished and opened up the trash can to throw something away, I saw a paper. Some car advertisement. We're extremely low on shredded paper and I don't have enough for Edmund, but his cage desperately needs cleaning. So I picked up the paper and made my way to the dining room. Too tired to think, let alone think about checking the paper. I put it in the shredding machine, and suddenly the machine stopped halfway through. It was stuck on a stupid fake key that was taped on the paper. Alarmed, I put the machine in reverse, and most of the key came out. I managed to pull the metal out, only to find that the top is plastic--and stuck in the machine. There was nothing I could do, so I decided to tell my mom and just get it over with. She says that maybe my dad can find a way to fix it. But I doubt he can. He won't have time. He'll just give me a huge lecture and then go back to working. I know, because he does that whenever something breaks. But this is the worst thing I've ever broken. Now I can't shred paper for bedding, and no one will buy any. I can't believe I was too idiotic to check that paper. It's all my fault, and I guess I'll deserve the lecture.
Sup bro?
