Nobody does diplomacy on 3 hours sleep

6 AM (after getting home at 2:30 from a night of 80s dancing in SF)
my sister wakes me by calling my name. I go into the bathroom and she is laying on the floor.

She says to me "Laura something is really wrong i need to go to the emergency room."

my response: "I don't believe you."

Oskar confirmed at lunch that i am an awful person. Hey i never said i wasn't an asshole.