I really do...Sleep is totally awesome. But, when you have parents who wake you up by ripping your warm blanket off of you, well, you sometimes don't like bed.
I know that sometimes I think that my parents will only rip my blanket off of me when I sleep on my bed, so I go sleep in a comfortable corner on the floor thinking, I'm not going to be woken up here! I was wrong. I was mad at my bed for being my bed last night, so I slept on the ground and now I hate the comfortable corner on the floor.
So, I got up this morning and I had a strange urge for having bacon. I didn't have bacon. We didn't have any bacon I could cook. So instead, I decided that I'd make an egg sandwich. (Those sandwiches with ham, a fried egg, and cheese. The bread being toast.) Yeah...great idea me!
I get the egg onto the burner and since I was half asleep, half of the egg part was going ALL OVER the stove, while the other half of the uncooked egg was going into the pan. I was watching the fan spin around...and around...and around. So when the light gets turned on and my mind goes back to normal and stops being all spazzy, I looked down at the stove to see the half egg that went on the stove was falling onto the floor now. I also realized I never turned on the stove. I'm still like a third of the way asleep at this time, so my brain is working slightly better, and I grab a towel and throw it onto the ground so it will catch the egg falling to the ground. I dumped the rest of the egg in the pan down the sink, washed out the pan, and tried for another egg. As I tried to get a new egg, I dropped another onto the ground. Then I gave up and had my dad make my sandwich. Of course I did have to clean up all the other egg on the floor so I did...and after breakfast I curled up and tried to go to sleep instead of getting ready to go to church.
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