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It’s Saturday morning and I’m bored.
Bored out of my flippin’ MIND.
Okay, I have to admit something: my experiment is a spectacular failure. This morning I woke up in a semi-panic over all the homework I didn’t turn in the last two days. And I’m still agonizing over that number of protons answer I forced myself not to blurt out. I can’t live like this. The simple truth is I can’t not excel. It makes me crazy not to try.
You know what else is making me crazy? This whole immobility thing. AARRRGGG! I hate my stupid brace, I hate my stupid leg, I hate that all I can do when I’m at home is sleep, read, listen to music, play on the Internet, and think up new ways to serve cheese.
I. AM. BORED.
This is me—the me who’s used to spending half my waking hours running, jumping, climbing, thr
