Mom wanted me to dismantle a counter. Seemed simple enough. The first thing I did was I knocked over a coffee pot and as I went to catch it (which I successfully did), I sliced my little finger open on something. It blooded a lot and hurt like a doodle. After that I preceded to smash my knee against the fridge, pinch my finger between the same fridge and another counter, and finally, I knocked over the same coffee pot that had caused my finger to get sliced, and it fell and shattered all over the floor. As I was taking the pieces out to the dumpster, a large chunk fell out of the garbage can and crashed to the alley road below, so I had to sweep that up too. Then as I continued to dismantle the counter, I ripped a glued piece off and tore out a chunk of sheet rock out of the wall. Finally after I thought I was through with all this bad stuff, I picked up a shelf and ran a screw end across my leg and it blooded too. In fact it's still blooding. It was fun!

Now I must go to a Weird Al concert in Spokane. Bye!