At least the first is coming up...

The past few days have apparently been hell for my sister. I've been too heavily medicated to notice though. I woke up on Sunday evening to the smell of a wet dog and looked up to see her drenched in water. She had been flying around looking for an open bank, under the assumption that all banks are run by Jews and are thus closed on Saturday, not Sunday.

She made me get a bucket and scoop a few metric tons of water off of the roof, in the middle of a thunderstorm. I have a metal plate in my head and could have easily been struck by lighting. She just doesn't care.