POST NO. 1

You know there are days, interestingly weird days, days on which stuff just seems to go to extremes... Well this is about one of those days. I really have no ideas on how to present stories or anything of the sort so lets just get on with it. " GET ON WITH IT " now isnt that an interesting statement... if you pause in your musing to muse over it, the name itself will get you going. Get on with it... as im sure most of you are now telling me, so for once... i will.
There it was one of those days, they begin as a perfect day, brilliant morning, wonderful feelings of being relaxed and even you mom standing over you with love in every fiber of her being waiting for you to wake up so she can make your favorite breakfast... thats when it starts to go wrong, and it starts with a thought, a thought that this is so good it must be a dream, so following through, like a true scientist should (or an insurance investigator would, does it really matter...) you question the underlying assumption, the fact that this is a dream. Asking your mom would be a good idea, so you walk up to her in the kitchen, where she gently repriminds you for being so careless and to go and wash up for breakfast. Here your brilliant and deductive scientific mind gives you a wrong turn. Assuming its still a dream you ignore the calm voice in the back of your head telling you to say "OK" and you blurt out "I hear and obey, Master". Fatal.
Mom looks around from the oven, stares at you, and again you disregard the voice muttering "Fly you fool", thinking of how everything in the dream is so realistic that even the voice in your head sounds familiar and still quotes lines from famous books that you have read, stare back into those deep black pools that are your mother's eyes. and just like that the perfect morning is over... "ok dear, you can get a wash first, and then help me with some chores and then after lunch clean out your room..." *the horror!!!!*
that voice in your head says it all,
After a hard day's cleaning, you get down to the job, of a hard days cleaning, *clean body + dirty garage = dirty body + ~clean garage* there goes that voice again... Evening now, and now wholly chastised for believing that this was a dream lie in your bed, exhausted, hoping that this was it, this was enough when mom walks in again... with cup of hot chocolate and a bag of chips. *Thank the lord!!!*
Just as you marvel at this new twist of fortune, *Here we go again* you wonder if there is some catch, that this is one of those days where, no matter what you do eventually you will have a bad day moments of good, though present will not be sufficient to prevent the nett effect of the day.

*here comes the pain*
"What are you talking about, nothing bad has happened.. yet"
*it has begun*
"Come on you are the voice in my head atleast don't riddle to me. Lay it down for me, straight."
*trust in the force, you must. For deliver you, the force shall*...
"OK thats it ... i'm ignoring you now... "

*Enter the Dragon*
My sister just walked in, and what do you mean enter the dragon, thats not a book...

"hey bro..."
"yeah"
"you promised you would help me with my project..."
"did I !!!"
"yes, you told me you will do it tonight."
"groan, i think im gonna be sick..."
*death is only the beginning*
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