I'm dumb.
The first step to fixing a problem is admitting there is one.
I am on the right track.
Walter and I did not get Kenyy 30,000 pennies...we got him 3000.
We got him 3000 pennies so he can finish filling up his 5 gallon water jug (which is FULL of pennies) and go burry it in the desert. He then plans on putting the GPS cordinates in a saftey deposit box that is only to be opended after he dies.
Why he doesn't cash the money, I don't know. There has to be over $200 in that jug.
Walter and I plotted last night on our way home from dinner on how to get that money.
We could just follow him out to the desert.
We could kill him, so that the box would opened.
Or just kindnap him and perform nipple tickle torture until he tells us where the money is burried.
Walter skipped all but one of his classes again today. I made him a kind of ok breakfast, and then we watched Star Wars III while I cleaned. And God bless him, Walter helped me. My house looks very nice.
Now my momma won't come home and be in a bad mood.
My foot is doing good today. Last night before Walter picked me up to go to dinner, I ripped a stitch out of my foot.
It looked like a black hair or string sticking up from the sock, I yanked on it, and BAM!
I was angry and in a lot of pain.
I will no longer be pulling on anything near my foot.
I'm getting behind in shcool work. I'm trying to not let it bother me, but it is. It's stressful to know I have 5 math assignments, countless english papers, physics notes, and personal finance garbage to take of.
I'm going to try to make breakfast for Walter again on Friday. This time I will work on everything that went wrong before.
More hashbrowns, but hot.
Less pancakes.
Cleaner house.
Bacon.
Fried eggs cooked in bacon grease.
I need a back rub. I hurt. Cleaning the house on foot with my hip popped out one way for hours kills.