So over the weekend I realized, "Hey, I don't want to do homework! I am a strong independent woman and I don't need no man!"
So I ended up learning the Hello Kitty theme song.
A few hours passed, and then I decided that sleep was a healthy choice. I slept for an hour and then woke up because I realized it was only 1pm. At this point I started to feel clinical depression creeping up on me, so I took a shovel and hit it on the head until it ran away. I gave up and went back to sleep.
Sunday came, and I woke up and realized I needed sustenance to survive. I went downstairs and broke fast.
My parents quickly rushed me to the hospital, where I was diagnosed with only a minor injury. I was told that my fast would heal within a week. Relieved, I went home.
At this point, it was almost 9pm, and I realized "Oh wait I didn't do homework."
Then I became depressed because I realized that I had no homework and I had procrastinated for nothing.
THE END
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Shook Tales
Non-FictionLife is mean. A true autobiography of multiple people. In one book. Oof.
