Today, I decided to break the cycle of laziness and tackle that city ordinance that demands snow shoveling as exercise. Plus, I needed to mark Super Bowl Sunday on my calendar.
Fast forward to 1 PM. Armed with determination, I scoured my place for something to shovel with. All I could lay my hands on was my trusty lacrosse stick. With optimism, I attempted to make it work, but my efforts were in vain. Frustration got the best of me, and I lost it. I vented my frustration by banging the stick against the fence, which, unfortunately, led to the stick’s demise.
But that wasn’t the end of it. I continued to unleash my pent-up frustration on the fence and even broke the gate in the process. Marcy, my faithful companion, witnessed this epic meltdown and promptly ran off in shock.
Now, it’s safe to say my neighbors might have a few questions. They probably think I’ve gone full-blown lunatic. But before you judge, have you ever experienced hunger to the point where it drives you a bit crazy? It can happen, and it’s not a fun state of mind. So, fellow humans, let’s not be too quick to cast stones at one another. Life’s unpredictable, and sometimes, we all have our breaking points.
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