Graf #9 Meta Graf Essay

I thought to myself, DAMN! I gotta take the trash out. I forgot to earlier when I went out for a cigarette. I got up from my chair and desk to stretch my legs and get the kinks out of my back. That love cause essay was more difficult than I anticipated it to be. I thought as I pulled the liner out of the trash can and tied it up. It should'nt be, because that is the way I feel about him. It should come naturally for me to talk about how and why I love my partner.That didn't mean I loved him any less because my brain was cramping up. I opened the door and jogged down the stairs to bring out the trash. I pushed the door open and from the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of movement behind the door. Oh few, it was just my neighbor coming in from getting the mail. She is a nice woman, but if you ask me she is a little too nosy for her own good. I walked toward the dumpster to throw the bag in, and PHEW! I got this GOD awful smell coming from the dumpster that smelled like old, crusty socks and rotting vegetables all in one. I grabbed the bag and held my breath as I chucked it over the side of the dumpster. As I threw the bag over my head some nasty juice from the bottom of the bag dripped onto my shirt. GROSS, absolutely gross. I felt like I was going to puke right there. I took a minute to gather my breath and sense of smell back and went back upstairs. When I got into the apartment, I peeled off my wet, stinky shirt and threw it in the trash. There was no way I was ever going to get that nasty smell out of the shirt now. Oh SHIT! I forgot that there was a deadline for the cause essay I was working on. It was tonight. And medical term HW 1 & 2 is due by midnight as well as the english. That's nice, now I need my brain to work so I can finish the end of essay. I looked at the clock on the wall and it read 10:30PM. Well I better start right now, or I will never get it done. That's when I placed my fingers over the keyboard of my laptop and started typing.