The Worst Bad Day Ever.

Of course, it seems I post something along those lines every six months or so. They can’t all be the worst day of my life, can they? Wouldn’t that mean my life was just getting worse and worse as it goes on?

At any rate…

I felt like I was getting a cold last night when I went to bed. Liam already had one, snotface and all. He didn’t want to sleep alone, so I spent last night actually getting head-butted by him. Hard.

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