Against the wall with no expression

There I stood, against the wall of foils, stone-faced. You either go to Denny's to get food poisoning or get into a fight. I know I filled my breadbasket more often than not. Several years ago, for example, the local health department entered and administered cold milk and puzzles to the children. They were exhausted and malnourished. Then there was the guy with the suspected "rock" in his leftern pocket. The crack pipe was later found in the bathroom sink. Hashbrowns have an affinity for biological material. Another time, in the parking lot, a rotted ham core was used as an instrument of blunt trauma on an elderly man. An ant problem also existed near the west edge of the parking lot near the sidewalk that sent one overweight local to the emergency ward with inflictions of the ankle.

That was from the news today. Now I have a shitload of work to do for this class I'm taking. It's beginning to kill my soul (thanks for the Shield of Thadiux B.O.R.T., it protects the soul just as you promised). The good news is that I'm not paying for the class, but my professor said he could give me credit next semester for free. That's good, but it means I have to try my "best" now, just like my mom told me too. And that's really all one can ask for right? Needless to say, my other projections and projects have been currently on hold, so don't shout in my general direction just yet. If only other people would contribute kindly.... (not aimed towards the readers of this site, neccessarily). Good day for now.