When it rains, it pours.
Lily needs to stop punching me in the middle of the night.
Ivy needs to learn to sleep until 7:30 again.
The dog doesn't like me.
I'm not so sure I want to carry a gun at work. Or deal with dead people.
I wish I had sent Grandma Morris that picture of Ivy she'd asked for... at least she can hang out with Lily for a little while.
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