Okay so Saturday was my day to be Mr. Productive, I decide that I needed fix everything that is broken in my bathroom mainly my bathtub drain and the sink drain. With the help of my dad we started with the sink drain because the bathroom drain was still backed up with water. So we removed the P-trap a whole bunch of black goop dropped into the bucket. Also it smelled really really bad. Then we unhooked the clog and it was also covered in the black goop. So I spent a good portion of the time cleaning the clog outside. Then I cleaned the P trap of this oatmeal stuff. It reminded me of something out of a horror movie. Then we unclogged the bathtub drain from the same thing. Then I decided to clean the disgustion filthy bathroom for the fun of it. In the end my bathroom had some gross moldy stuff in its drain apparently its my fathers fault for forgetting a few minor details while building the bathroom.
On a side note I have reason to believe that my sister Liz has a plot to try and kill me and make it look like an accident. Because the other part of my productive day was fixing the falling ceiling fan in my bedroom. At first I assumed it was my family stomping up strairs trying to get my attention. But when we were taking it apart my dad let me know that wasnt the reason it was falling out just faulty parts which wasn't fun to fix it. Then while we putting back up we noticed the bookshelf was looking like its about to break and fall on my face. And I already knew about the bookshelf before the ceiling fan but now that I put all the things together I am thinking that my sister is trying to kill me. But she can't do it!
