I joined on the Les Miserables stage crew because Wharton asked for volunteers. Friday... the first day. I came home and very tired and cold. I just wanted some warm food to have for dinner I found a pot pie... so i put it in the Microwave. My mom and Dad were right there and they tell me it's alright to put it in. I set the timer for 30 minutes. 12 minutes later my dad is telling me to check on it cuase it smells like it's burning. I walk into the kitchen and smoke is billowing out of the microwave I stop the thing but i can't really breath from the smoke and i start shutting the cuboard doors. My pot pie is burnt cement. The house is full of smoke. We turned on fans and opened doors. But the house still smells like smoke. It's not over powering and it's only niticable at first.... But Mom is bothering me about it. She also moved the furniture in the family room. The treadmill is now back where it began. She wanted me home at 10 tonight... it's Saturday and church starts at 1 I'm so sick of this I'm mad at my brother too. I miss him dearly but i'm mad at him I'm mad at myself for crashing his car. I'm mad at myself because i do but don't want to get a job i'm mad at myself because i'm not doing any of the goals that i have set for myself.. And i'm mad at myself... because i'm mad. Mad at everything... yet the only thing i want to do is cry.