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My mom called me yesterday to tell me that the house flooded again yesterday. Nice. Only this time it wasn't just my room, it also got under the stairs and into my closet. ARGH! I hate the fact that every time it fricken RAINS or some sort of liquid stuff comes down, it ends up in my ROOM! It was a lovely phone call. Really. And she tells me not to keep anything on the floor and that my room is now a mess. Thank you mother. I really wanted to hear that. Seriously. Because that just makes my day so much better to hear about the mess I'm going to have to clean up the next time I go home. Which at the latest is next week. Why? Because I have to go see another doctor. I hate doctors. And I feel so numb. Plus, the roomies just fail at life. One's fine, surprisingly. But the other one doesn't get when enough is enough and why I've had enough. Dude, you expect people to stop, so why don't you? And all I really want is sleep but I've got this stupid midterm to study for, three more monday and tuesday, and my lab. Stupid college. I think I've read till my eyes are about to fall out. Stupid molecular orbital theory. And steric strain. I'll steric strain you!