My parents called me this morning. First problem was that my mom was all, did we wake you? Uh, no, since I haven't slept past 9 in like 3 years. Second problem was that they called because they're cleaning out their attic. My mom was all, do you want to come help? Uh, the only thing I want to do less today than clean out your attic is clean my own kitchen. Which hasn't happened yet, but we'll get to it. The rest of the house is clean now. I worked 50 hours this week and I'm seriously considering going in tomorrow. If I can make it through the next two weeks, then I will be ok. It's just really crazy right now, which if you care I'll explain later. But whatever.