My parents saw fit to redecorate my room. This decision came upon them while I was in the middle of giving a friend art critique. They proceeded to pounce on me quicker than a cheetah to the kill and for the next nine hours, little did I know it'd take that long, I ended up doing backbreaking work relating to moving around huge furniture including but not limited to a bed and a couple dressers along with all my consoles whose wires got all tangled up in ways not conceivable by man.

I know my room was messy but it had this charm of controlled chaos that I really liked and my parents went ahead and screwed that up along with my free time in the course of an afternoon along with boring holes into my walls to make these shelves that I'll probably never use but hey the frustration it'd cause my dad was just too good to pass up apparently.

So yeah, now I'm somewhat pissed off at them and the lost time that was full of these plans that I'd probably never get done anyway but felt good to think them up and even try to get them done, and because my back aches in ways I didn't know possible and my legs don't feel attached to my body anymore.

What. An. Evening.