ok so I feel very strange now. I finally wake up a little before 1:30. I come downstairs and the computer desk is soooo clean. I was shocked. My dad was cleaning while listening to a CD. I have no idea what CD it was because when I woke up it was playing that blue duba dee duba die song and then it was playing a backstreet boys song. I asked my dad why he was listening to the backstreet boys and he was like "this isn't the backstreet boys!" and I said yes it is and he was like "oh.." and then changed it and put on some techno. I looked at the wall and I guess he felt like redecorating because all of our school pictures are hanging up on the wall the same way our baby pictures are set up in the other room. I looked at the counter in the kitchen and I see a bottle of vodka and a glass sitting next to it. There was like a drop in the glass that was clear but it didn't smell like anything. I still accused my dad of being drunk and then he was acting retarded or drunk and was saying "noo michelle what are you talking about?" I don't think he's really drunk but I just, I don't know. I have to take a shower now. Or soon.