Ok, so I went bowling with my best friend, and I was doing better than I had in years. It wa at a different alley I'd never been to before. We were on our second game when I got a phone call from a local number I didn't know. When I answered, I think I heard "Don't hang up!", and then it was just random garble because of the loud music in the alley. I think it was my sister calling. But before i could really say much of anything, the call cut. So I went outside and phoned my parents. They tried calling the number and got nothing. My grandparents tried calling it too. We have no idea who's phone number it was. But it had our area code. My sister might be in danger. But she's currently homeless, and we don't know where she is! My parents saw her the other day, and said she'd changed a lot. She was a lot more humble, and didn't try to say anything insulting, and even acknowledged why I hate her right now. But her abusive ex boyfriend is about to get out of prison in a month, and he literally wants to kill her. I'm just at a loss what to do.

And as soon as anything to do with my sister came up, my stress level went through the roof. I didn't even want to eat lunch. I just wanted an ice cream from Dairy Queen and go home. And then just as I was getting in my truck to leave, my pants fucking split! And I don't mean split in the but crack. They split in the crotch! I couldn't walk into any store like that. So I had to wait in the roasting truck while my friend made a couple of store stops, got my ice cream from the Dairy Queen drive through, and it melted all over my fucking hand! Now I'm back at home, and I'm about to have a migraine!

Edit: My sister has been found by our grandparents, and she's ok. Still not sure if the call came from her or not though.