Watching Glee. Something smells like cookies.
Drinking wine. And listening to the cat break stuff in the other room.
Oliver's been semi-sickly lately. The headaches he's been getting are making him nauseous and throwing up. Then the other day he was having stomach pains so bad that we had I go to the ER. Where the doctor basically refused to treat him. Which I'm thoroughly pissed about. What kind of doctor doesn't treat damn children.
Buy a flask!!
I've made lots of them. 13 to be exact. I've had 16 orders total since I've started Etsy. Pretty damn good if you ax me.
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Watching Glee. As I've already mentioned. Can't believe Rachel choked! Omg!
Wine. A whole bottle. Gurgle de gurgle.
I have nothing funny to say. I have failed you all.
Promise to blog next time I'm on the edge of exhaustion and delirium.
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