a concussion you don't remember
It started out like any other morning. It was Friday, August 6th (yes this blog is delayed), and I had English class at 7:30. As my alarm woke me up at 6:30, I Rickroll'd myself out of bed (Rick Astley is my alarm tone) in the zombie state I wake up in every day. Willing myself to sit up, I noticed out of the corner of my eye a black object resting on the pillow, next to the spot where my head had been. Gasp of surprise! It was my flashlight! :O But how had it gotten there when I had never touched it since the day I first put it on the shelf above my bed? Seeing that the plastic envelope on my shelf had been knocked down, I used my ultra-clever super sharp wit and logic to arrive at a conclusion only a mind as great as mine could conceive: the envelope had knocked down the flashlight! Ano...