'Boneless Chicken Ranch' -By Gary Larson Ok very tierd, worked so hard yesterday in here (drama) clearing up i was shagged, i tried to rest but my back was (and still is) killing me, i wait for my toast and it pops up, isnt done properly, so i have to push down again, which burns it... so again i make toast, butter it all up nice and proper, and sis has taken my seat, so i have to clear the other on w/ a plate in 1 hand and my bad back...which was fun, and just as i finish it falls and gets all icky. So i bin it and head upstairs to try and de-stress, insence, darkness, candles and Beethovens Fur Elise...but mum comes up, and starts going on at me asking me whats wrong etc, when i say nothing she goes off on how i never tell her whats wrong and all this crap, which causes me to burn myself, so i slept till 5:30 dinner, then slept till next day, and mums sent sis w/ a note asking whats wrong and all this crap, so i go and tell her nothing is wrong, and she starts yelling at me saying im treating her like shit and all this crap, its all balls, i would talk to her but a) never can and b) THERE IS NOTHING WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anywho...back to tidying =P