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Its been a really shitty week. I spent all weekend sick and stuck at home. To make matters worse, my roommate had guests over the whole weekend. I was really sick friday ,and went to sleep at like 8:30. These dudes decide to play poker outside my bedroom door (which is the kitchen table) until 1am. I could not sleep with it going on. I don't know if I am wrong here, but I wouldn't do that to my roommate if I knew he was sick. They made more noise when they came in drunk at like 3 am. The late night noise happened again the next night, and then they hung around all day sunday. I went home for a little bit to get away from it all. I didn't feel like being bothered with it...I just wanted to be alone with my illness. Then monday through wedneday I worked 14 hour days. So I basically just worked and slept. Today I had an 8 hour day, followed by a nap, and then class. Tomorrow might be another 14, and then we'll see if I have to work saturday. I have no life anymore. Who really cares, though. I'm tired of people.