You ever notice how the word bed looks kind of like one? Just in the sort of abstract art form sense. At the beginning you have the b which if you squint just right looks like the headboard and pillow, and then “ed” is a guy I knew in high school who didn’t do much but sleep through spaish classes and drool. Let me start at the start, then take it away, my name is Simpson, Bartholomew J. Just another terrible Tuesday, February 11, I’m not saying that Tuesday, February 11, is always bad but in my life time there have been very few that I can speak of. And from my current knowledge this is the worst. Sorry if I’m getting all cryptic but this Tuesday has gone from full of suck to more than full of suck, and it’s not even eleven AM yet. I woke up late because I hit the wrong button on my alarm clock, specifically the off button instead of the snooze button, while this may seem helpful in allowing me more sleep time it also ravaged my getting ready time. I have about ten minutes left in the class period, Praise the Lord Himself, but then again I could very well be stuck in one of those time warps where ten minutes is way too long, deffinately not a good thing. RE-DO? She gave me a freaking RE-DO? What the heck? “lets get out of highschool?” I AM IN HIGH SCHOOL!!! Sure I’m not doing much there either, but I expect that one of these days, I’ll flunk out of that too, considering the rate at which I’m going. Ooh goody the clock moved forward, now I have about five minutes left of anti-bliss. Almost four. Two. Less. Counting down. Descriptive narrative, written on February 27, about a trip to a museum.