still allergic

I really sometimes think that I may be slightly allergic to this place. Last night as I said dobrou noc to my dear roomie, I tried to shut the door. And couldn't. It kept getting stuck on the rug. Open, half close, open, half close, rug stuck, open, rug stuck. Whatever - and walk away. Gina begs from her bed for me to come back so she doesn't have to arise out of the comfy zone. So I come back and tell the door to knock it off (no pun intended) - let me freaking shut you. Ne. Nothing. (note - this has never been an issue before) So I decide that maybe in our pillow fight from earlier when people were over, the door got adjusted and I needed to slightly lift it - I PROCEED TO LIFT IT COMPLETELY OFF THE HINGES. I am then holding a door. What?! Who rips a door off?? So yeah - that was a little bit hilarious. Then the door felt a tad heavy to lift back onto the hinges. My Hulk strength had apparently disappeared. Which made it funnier.

Don't worry - I got it back up and on the hinges and shut it successfully a few minutes later. But these standard, normal, easy things... should not be as difficult for me as they have been.