So I Kind of Rambled on Paper in Class Today...

So earlier today in class I kind of began writing a strange thought I had onto the back of the MadLibs book I had. I mentioned that I've hit a period of extreme mental dullness, like apathy to the extreme.
I'll post it, but I'm fixing it up a bit as I write...

I suddenly want to live a 50s sitcom life where all the self-mutilation and mental disorders will only be seen as normal, clean, good family fun and happily fits into the whole family's routine.
The housewife wakes up early to prepare breakfast for the children and her loving husband and put the coffee and daily paper on the table as well as get ready for her day. The father wakes up as well as the children and promptly get ready for their daily activities. They go into the kitchen where their breakfast is out and a doting mother smiles from the table.
The husband reads the paper and sips coffee as his eldest child, his 12 year old son, struggles to use his silverware with the cast on his arm from beating himself into stucco walls the previous day. He chatters happily with his younger sister about his classes that day and the sister responds as only little, cliche sitcom sisters do, and finishes up breakfast.
The children are ushered out of the house soon after the father leaves to work, and the turn as they bus pulls up in front of their house to see their mother waving from the door. They go to school.
After the family has gone, the mother smiles and hums a tune as she goes into her bathroom and gags herself and vomits into the toilet. Picking back up her tune, she goes back and resumes her choice.
At work the husband sits at his desk in front of his typewriter, typing up reports and then he pauses. Loosens his tie. Takes off his jacket. Rolls up his sleeves. Think of it as a lunch break. He takes a safety pin out of his inner coat pocket and begins carving shapes into his arms and neck. A client knocks on the door and enters his room. He smiles politely and asks if the husband would like a towel. The husband smiles back and politely replies that he keeps one under his desk. The client smiles and takes a seat, and they continue on with business.

Well, that was it. Blahhhh. You get the rest. I might put it up here later.

Cliquot - Beirut