I hate nights that get ruined for no real reason.

Though I guess being sick, rewatching an episode of Doctor Who you saw two days ago when you could be watching the new one you were in the middle of since your sister hasn't caught up, having to go watch it downstairs since she hasn't eaten dinner yet, catching the tail end of your parents' discussion on electronics in bedrooms and how my dad has apparently already told me not to do that and how it's against the church, having your mom say that your dad needs to talk to you and him angrily saying he doesn't want to talk to me so she just says I'm not allowed to keep my laptop in my room, trying to finally watch the new episode and it's too damn loud to hear it so you just have to shut it off, looking at the requirements on the drum major application and seeing a shitload of ambiguous, crazy, wtf stuff, having to check the water for your medicine to make sure there aren't any dead ants floating around, and finally, having your mom look at your eyes to see how sick you are and having her say "you look miserable" to which I reply "why do you think?" and to which my dad angrily says "what do you mean, 'what do you think?'" to which I say "I FEEL AWFUL." Throw in a day of missed classes and guard practice, math class and a meeting with my dad and the counselor about my future during the one class I'm failing (just from last week's absence) and the first drum major sectional tomorrow, and oh yeah, still being freakin sick, and you've got a fairly crappy night.