On one morning our hero found himself awakened by the people collecting the the garbage. Confused as to why he had actually slept the entire night through, as aposed to staying up all night doing homework he searched the dark room for his pants. Yawning, stretching, and scratching he made his way into the kitchen noting on the way as he glanced into the bathroom mirror, that he looked like Robert Smith's bastard child in the morning hours. When he finally made it to the stove he turned on the kettle and sat infront of his home schooling computer. Glaring at the words trying to make sense of them he managed to finish two assignments. He turned off his computer, drank his tea and watched "The Divine Secrets Of The Ya-Ya Sisterhood" on television.(uhm o_o) Somewhere between the hours of six and ten Drinky McSleepsalot awoke from her slumber.
Her:"Oh my God I love this movie"
Then he went off to his bedroom for a middle of the day nap and didnt wake up until nine in the evening. He ate dinner, then fell asleep in the bath tub. At 10:30pm he woke up and checked his voicemail, there was like 34938409380938403 messages. And from the looks of it there was trouble.
so doing what any super hero would do, he went back to bed.
somebody just might end up face first in the potty.
I wish more people would wake up this early so Im not forced to sit here in boredom watching the paint peel off the wall.