Another long day of homework under his belt, he stumbles into the living room only to find his least favorite person in the WHOLE world staring him right in the face.
He loathes the man, yet he seems unescapable even in his own house. He treks down the stairs to the basement, where he finds a happy little suprise awaiting him. It seems the cat decided it was time to decorate, covering the floor in a lovely shade of vomit.
Ruing the day the feline entered the family, the germaphobic lad cleans up the mess and curses violently at the four-legged beast. The cat does not respond, but he can tell it regrets its decision and he decideds to drop the issue.
A glimmer of hope arises as he notices his guitar is left unscathed, and he quickly heads toward it. Plugging it in and hoping it can salvage the last remaining shreds of sanity left over from the vomit fiasco, he flips the amp on.
Feeling the power of the voltage in his very fingertips, his fingers form the familiar pattern of a G-chord and he prepares to strike strings with the ferocity of a thousand Portugese warriors when suddenly... the power goes out. It's a good day.
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Excellent Blog. Very funny, and something we can all relate to in the sense that we all have those days when nothing seems to go right. The descriptions were great, and it was very well written. Great Job!
Great blog. The frustration is easily felt throughout the entry. Hope this week has been better!
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