My roommates dad needed help tearing down some drywall and tried to enlist me. My response was "Haaa, remember the last time I tired heavy work like that? When I almost passed out? And how I almost ruined everything?? Probably not the best idea..." he didn't seem to mind, either that or he's taken a blow to the head and lost all memory of how useless I am when it comes to physical labor. So in order to escape disaster and work I really didn't want to do, I fell asleep at around 5:30 yesterday. So now I'm up at a ridiculously early hour of the morning. Fuck you mike. Dicks on you. You broke my day.