OMG. I fell asleep again today for like the 30th time (no joke), and I awoke to the sound of frantic beeping and crap. Guess what? The toaster-oven caught on fire. I was extremely groggy and disorentated, so I ran around the house screaming for my mother, sister, anybody. I forgot that they went to my aunt's and had left me some food, which was now a campfire.
So, I'm freaking out, and then the phone rings. Thank god, its my mom. She tells me to call 911(which I had completely forgotten about) and they told me to get outta the house.(well, duh) Then the cat is crying to come up, so I HAVE to go get him, and he's refusing to go outside. When I finally DID get him out, I tried to get Susie's cage. Well that was a no-go.
Then my memere, mom and aunt's boyfriend show up, followed by a firefighter and my dad. My dad races into the kitchen, is freaking out, the firefighter telling him to get out of the house, and my dad's telling him he's gotta save his animals.(Susie, Ramsey, and me are all safe, so don't worry)
Flash Forward
I still have no idea what the hell was going on. I'm so groggy, and I can't think straight.
I'm beginning to think I have Mono or something, because everytime I lay down, I can't keep my eyes open, and I feel so larthagic. And my body feels kinda like lead.
My heart's still pounding, and this was over 1-2 hours ago.
"This entire opus is respectfully dedicated to those who have loved unconditionally only to have their hearts unanaesthetically ripped out; base not your joy upon the deeds of others, for what is given can be taken away. No hope = No fear." - Peter Steele (1962 - )
