One Bad Thing After Another

Boom, the volcano blew and I couldn't care less...

Who would have known? The day after I saw Daria sucking on some guy's head that the next would be so damn nasty.

It would have been alright really. I guess I'm just feeling over whelmed. Maybe I'm just home sick. I don't really know.

I woke up at eleven. I had to even if I didn't really. I just had to feed my grandmother who can't leave her room because she has chicken pox. I did what was required of me. I heated the food on the stove, scooped the rice out of the cooker, put everything on the plate and gave it to her. I was still tired from work yesterday. Maybe that's why I felt like barfing when I smelt the food. It was ok, really, but for some reason I couldn’t stomach milkfish Spanish style. I decided to make my meal a late breakfast and took out some cereal.

I remembered that I also needed to do the laundry. "Haaaaa...” I sight to myself, bathed and change to labor on the wash on my own. Easy enough task really, if I wasn't so down already. I was finished in about 3 hours and I could almost cry. But the sight of a grown man crying for no reason would probably look a little disturbing to the local populace.

On my way back home I didn't feel sad any more, more of in the lines of angry really. The trolley refused to cooperate and I was dreadfully parched. I dragged the stuffed trolley up the stairs to the third floor and unloaded it.

I was welcomed by the little demon "angel" that is my cousin with an irritating and much undesired hug. I left the laundered articles of clothing on the floor of the living room and I proceeded into the kitchen to quench my impoverished throat when the telephone rang. I picked it up and continued on to the kitchen. It was my mother calling. She told me that I had to do the dinner tonight. I had to drench several slabs of meat with slimy barbeque sauce and bake them in the oven.

I guess it was stress but I just had to sit down on the floor and stare at the sky light. I wanted to start to tear but I didn't have the energy so I just sat there.

After sitting there for about 15 minutes of my hurried life, I started cooking the hearty slabs of beef. I had to hurry because my cousins would be leaving for their school for some meeting but in any case they left before I got finished and I would most probably be scorned later for my dawdling ways.

I left the pieces of meet inside the oven to cook and I went for a smoke in the bathroom. I sat down on the floor again because that where I felt I was supposed to be right now. I wanted to lie down but I wouldn't fit.

My father arrived as I was destroying my lungs inside a lavatory. I lay down on the sofa where I can almost fit my body. My father got some tea and sat down on a chair at the end of the sofa. I awaited the chunks of soon-to-be-masticated beef to cook.

After 15 minutes I checked and flipped the half cooked beef and placed them inside the oven again. I wanted to rest now so I asked my dad if he could watch the meat while it was cooking. He snorted that he was too tired and that his back hurt, classic dad excuse to things, so I did it.

When it was time to turn the oven off, I did. I took out a piece to eat and then remembered that I had forgotten to cook some rice. Luckily, there were some left from lunch and it was still ok. I took some and ate. The television provided me with a few much needed laughs, I felt a little better.

My dad than snorted again, I had to feed my grandmother. Couldn't he do it? His back was hurting so I had to. My heart fell to the floor again. I did as I was required and gave my grandmother the beef and cold rice.

Now that that was done, I went back to the lavatory to have a nice long pee. As I finished I wash my hands and looked up the mirror. I had a new pimple. I popped it.