Trouble on the Home front.

Last night I was kneeling on my bed for some time, and I got up to move across the room to get something, and as I stood up, legs completely gave out. It was a weird "I feel like I'm paralyzed and can't feel anything from the waist down" feeling. So of course, I just got back into bed. Then tried it a few minutes later and my left knee kept locking backward. Which it probably didn't help that I slipped on some water last week and bruised my kneecap. I used to be able to do the splits when I was 5. Newsflash. I'm not 5 anymore and it hurt like hell in a handbasket.

My brother's cat (which is essentially my cat since I do everything for it) apparently took up pissing all over the house yesterday. Luckily we caught him before he really had the chance. We think he has a bladder infection. Which means more fun times for me.

And my aunt is coming down this week. My dad and mom have turned into cleaning machines. By that I mean they yell at me constantly to do something or other. I don't think they ever got the concept that since I moved back home, I have more shit than I have space for. Since my old bedroom was converted into everyone's storage after I moved out, I live in my brother's old room. (pound puppies on the wall and all) And I have tubs and tubs of stuff that I don't really want to get out (like we really need to use my set of dishes or candles, or picture frames, etc). Ok, out of class so I can't write more, by that I mean I can't think of anything funny to use in conclusion.