Magic 8-Ball

It said, 'Forget about it.'

It made me mad. Stupid Magic 8-Ball. I shall see what it will say next.
I HAVE MY DOUBTS.
Omg, I hate this. This is ridiculous, no, not the Magic 8-Ball. (I know it's nothing but the truth, but shut up will you. Now I'm talking to the 8-Ball.) I'm crazy bored with nothing to do. I think I will read and sleep later. I don't want to sleep, but it's really cold and I don't want to stay awake either. It is currently 51 degrees where I am. I was about to place the word at after am, but then I realized it is incorrect usage of grammer to end a sentence wit h a preposition. I don't usually type or talk with correct English, but I have nothing to do but correct myself in times like this. I got yelled at yesterday, since today is already Sunday. I gave up on trying to convince my dad that he isn't always right and that sometimes he should let somebody other than himself talk. I tend to slouch in my chair when I'm on the computer, especially when I'm bored or tired. I think that my eyes are tired. I can see, but my vision is tad bit on the blurry side. I installed the new computer. "Hooray!" for me. I need to keep saying that to myself. (No. Not the "Hooray!") Don't hate, appreciate. Is it right that all inkjets save more energy than laser printers? Or is it just certain inkjects? I'm going to make my way up a short flight of stairs.