My cat has been scratching herself bloody, so to prevent that I put tape on her feet, hissing, mewling, struggling and all. I can see it on her face that she's going to piss n shit the first chance she gets so I leash her and pin the leash with a weight in the kitchen so that it will be easier to clean. She pisses n shits. I clean it with lots of soap, water, and paper towels. I go outside to pick up sticks and other yardwork. I come back inside and there's more piss n shit. I clean it same as before. I go to take a shit. One minute later my brother informs me that she just pissed. I hold it in and step outside, belt still unloosed. I spray the cat a ton and place her outside and stomp back into the bathroom. 30 seconds later my brother announces that he needs to wash his hands. I ask him why he can't wash them in the kitchen. He says because there's piss everywhere and that in order to get to the sink he'd have to walk through it. I hold the same fucking log I'd been holding in before and get out so that he can wash his hands. I finally finish my business, clean up the piss on the kitchen floor, and go outside to wash the cat on account of her own piss clinging to her. She screams like she's dying, but she's not. I come inside and cook myself cream of potato soup. While making it a cockroach lands in it. I fish it out. Now I'm eating it because I'm becoming increasingly broke and I don't want to waste food. Fucking hell.
Edit: Oh, and the power went out to the entire street. And my Spider-Man save got corrupted. Both were unrelated incidents that happened earlier today and nobody has a damn clue what caused either of them.