Wednesday. Somebody shoot me. Somebody shoot me, please. Today was almost an exact replica of both Monday and Tuesday (both bearing striking similarities, by the way) except today in a bizarre twist of plot I took to cleaning the house to divert my attention from the extreme boredom I was enduring. And let me tell ya what a whopper of a time that was. I hate cleaning this house. It's like the more I clean, the faster my parents fuck it up. It's really quite amazing. I can't stand to live in all the mess, otherwise I'd stop cleaning up after them and just use the energy to wade through the trash. My mom seems to think her shoes belong on the living room floor, bathroom floor, stairway, tv room, upstairs hallway, outside doors so people trip to their death on them and preferrably also on the stair landing should one survive the near fatal fall caused by the shoetrap outside the bedroom door, she'll get you when you go downstairs without paying attention. Oh yeah, dangers hide around this house ladies and gentlemen. Believe you me.

I have a very exciting day ahead of me tomorrow. I have three whole places to go to. This shall be a day like no other. It shall live in infamy. Lets just hope I don't plummet to my death over my mother's shoes before I actually get out the door.