Theres one. Another paintball is sitting underneath the phone stand, from when I spilled them allover the floor yesterday. I got out my paintball gun, just to show it to my grandparents, Its a great conversation piece. You can pick it up, and say "Hey, did I show this to you?" and they can say "woah nelly, thats pretty interesting! Tell me about it for the next 30 seconds!". So thats 30 seconds of vaugley meaningful conversation. But wait, before an unfoncoratable and intimidating silence takes over a paintball can break on the inside. Almost on que a paintball will break so I can go into the other room to go fix it. I pul the hopper out making myself look ocupied to avoid speculation, and pop! the hoppers out and paintballs are spilling allover the floor. I want to make them think that im too busy to talk, and that Jeff is coming coming to pick me up "so lets leave him alone". Which is exactly what happened. Back to the present, I get off the couch and pick it up. Its over in the far corner of the room soits got an excuse to be covered in dust and dog hair. Im proceeding to the bathroom to wash it off when Oma says "Evan, are you hungry?"

I dont really know if im hungry. When your stuck inside a house forever, it seems like eating is sceduled. But I cant tell if im hungry or not. But what else is there to do besides eat? Well, I could read my summer reading, finish the facia board, wash the dogs, or clean my room. But eating is way more easy and enjoyable. Procrastination is fun and easy! I turn the faucet to wash the paintball as if Its something thats really important, feeling the glass embedded in my hand from a month ago.