one of those days - a format change
As Tim awoke and removed the wolverine from his left leg, he knew it would be one of those days. Not fully awake yet, Tim got out of bed holding the wolverine by its tale. It was just after he had remembered the nature documentary's advice of holding it by its neck that the Wolverine struck again. The momentum it gained by twisting uncontrollably in Tim's hand gave it just enough force to latch on to his left nipple. Tim sighed as he crawled to his bathroom sink. He opened the little cabinet below the sink hoping to find his wrench. He first struggled with the child-lock. He laughed a resigned chuckle to himself. He was now sure that it would be one of those days.
After prying the wolverine off of his nipple with the wrench and giving it a fatal blow to the head, Tim examined himself in the mirror. "Oh Great," he thought. "A pimple." As Tim inched closer and closer to the mirror, preparing to pop the bothering blemish on his face, his sister kicked the bathroom door open. This propelled Tin's head into the corner of his medicine cabinet.
"Get out of the way Tim, it's my turn to use the bathroom. You jackass."
This message was received by Tim, however, it was not fully comprehended due to all of the newly forming blood in his ears. He began to understand the situation just as his sister forcibly removed him from the bathroom and sent him careening down the poorly placed stairs. As Tim was half way down his hard-wood staircase, he caught a glimpse of his watch. It was 8:32. "Wonderful," Tim mumbled inside his head, "Now I'm definitely not gonna get a parking spot at the Metro Lot." When he hit the ground, most of his teeth exited his mouth in some way or another.
After a breakfast of a Nutrigrain bar (he did not have time to make the omelet he was craving), He worked his way outside. Once outside, the first thing he noticed, aside from the gangwar taking place on his front yard, was that his tires had been slashed. It was at about this time that his leg (already swollen from wolverine bites) took seven bullets simultaneously. Tim smiled a toothless smile and started toward the bus station. "I guess it's just gonna be one of those days."
After prying the wolverine off of his nipple with the wrench and giving it a fatal blow to the head, Tim examined himself in the mirror. "Oh Great," he thought. "A pimple." As Tim inched closer and closer to the mirror, preparing to pop the bothering blemish on his face, his sister kicked the bathroom door open. This propelled Tin's head into the corner of his medicine cabinet.
"Get out of the way Tim, it's my turn to use the bathroom. You jackass."
This message was received by Tim, however, it was not fully comprehended due to all of the newly forming blood in his ears. He began to understand the situation just as his sister forcibly removed him from the bathroom and sent him careening down the poorly placed stairs. As Tim was half way down his hard-wood staircase, he caught a glimpse of his watch. It was 8:32. "Wonderful," Tim mumbled inside his head, "Now I'm definitely not gonna get a parking spot at the Metro Lot." When he hit the ground, most of his teeth exited his mouth in some way or another.
After a breakfast of a Nutrigrain bar (he did not have time to make the omelet he was craving), He worked his way outside. Once outside, the first thing he noticed, aside from the gangwar taking place on his front yard, was that his tires had been slashed. It was at about this time that his leg (already swollen from wolverine bites) took seven bullets simultaneously. Tim smiled a toothless smile and started toward the bus station. "I guess it's just gonna be one of those days."