Hell Week

I think I might have unconsciously done something terrible, and karma is kicking my ass for it. First off, I've been sick but I think everyone knows that by now. Also, because I was sick I missed an exam, bombed on another one and missed an interview assignment for another class. I'm very bad with talking to my professors about missed assignments, classes, etc so my only communication has been via email. I'm gonna try to suck it up and go to my teachers office hours to discuss what I can do to make up the missed assignments.
Besides being ill, my sister called me yesterday and told me not only was she not coming to stay for the weekend, but that our friend Alex Harlan committed suicide by shooting himself. I haven't really been able to react yet. I cried and called Matt and cried some more, but then after I haven't really felt anything, nor want to talk about it. But anyway, so my day got even worse. Matt and I had been fighting here and there most of the week, mostly from stress and being ill and my frustration with my daily routine being ruined by being ill, but the night before (this would be thursday night) Matt was drinking excessively and at one point decided to go to bed. We usually go to bed at the same time, but our roommate brought home a movie I wanted to see, so I told Matt I wanted to stay up and watch it. He whined at first and said ok and went into the bedroom, but after he came out and started yelling at me and our roommates, banging on the wall saying the tv was too loud and was just being an ass, so I told him so, politely ofcourse. So, he basically wouldn't allow me to watch the movie, so I said goodnight to my roommates and we went to bed on opposite sides without speaking that night. So, when he came home the next day I casually mentioned it and he had no idea what I was talking about. He had a black out from drinking so much that night and had no idea he yelled at me, or anything else. He kept apologizing and we started to argue a bit more because this wasn't the first time that he has gotten extremely drunk and screamed at me in front of our friends and then not remember it the next day. The time before that was when Matt, myself, Brian, John and his gf Lily were all sitting in the living room and I got up from the couch and went and cuddled up to Lily (that's how my friends and I are damnit) and Matt quietly muttered about why I got up away from him and went to her, then all of a sudden jumped up and started yelling at me in front of everyone to get away from her and sit back down with him, making a big unnecessary scene. Anyway,next...
Then we got the phone call. Some random guy called Matt's cellphone blocking the caller ID saying his name is Rob, and he was looking for "ganny". Ok, we all have heard the slang terms for pot or whatever but we had never heard of "ganny" nor knew of anyone named Rob. He kept asking Matt by name over and over again to get him this "ganny", and said "Oh you know me, we used to hang out when you worked at the Chik-fil-a on the Parkway, and your gf is Kirsten and I know Ryan Stevens, man, so just get me the ganny". Ok, First off Matt never worked at the Chik-fil-a on the Parkway, he worked at a different location, and when he did work there we weren't dating so the guy wouldn't have known my name, and Matt's best friend is Brian Stevens, not Ryan, so he had general info that was incorrect. Matt kept saying he had no idea what he was talking about, he doesn't sell drugs or have any in the house and if this person is trying to be some kind of narc he's doing a very bad job of it, so the guy said "you better sleep with one eye open" and hung up. Matt ofcourse freaked out and after a while called the non-emergency police line and they said they couldn't do anything unless the guy called back because then it would be harrassment, and explained that it could be some kind of narc set up because the call wouldn't have gone on that way at all, and he would not be allowed to threaten him. So, we were just puzzled by this completely. Then Matt broke down and put his head in my lap and started sobbing. He started apologizing for everything, for blacking out and for being a "fuck up" and not finishing college and apologizing for every little thing he's done wrong in his life. He was particularly upset of the fact that during his black out he could have hit me and not remember it. He's not an abusive person at all, and it's not like I'm some naive gf.
Anyway, so this has been my week and now I'm back to work. Hopefully there won't be too many difficult calls, because I'm not so sure how I'll take it. Stressed out is an understatement; I need a vacation.