Oh, for fuck's sake.

Sleeping soundly at 1:30 this morning, my cell phone rings. It's Lindsay.

"Oh my god they called the police on my mother because she's screaming at dad again and being an asshole"

"Ok. Goodnight, can't help you more."

"Where are you?"

"Hotel, trying to sleep."

"Call me later?"

"K. *click*"

Cue tossing and turning for the next 3 hours trying to fall asleep but can't because my back was KILLING me and the room was boiling until Sam put up the A/C.

Waking me out of a sound sleep to tell me the police were called on her mother? I'm not surprised; they should've been called on her ages ago since her parents need to have divorced 15 years ago.

On the other side-Sam isn't feeling well again today-I elbowed him in the face trying to put my arm around him; he moved and BAM. He might've gotten a mild concussion too because of it. Between broken foot, concussion, and everything else I'm surprised he's not disowned me or whatever yet. Geez.