Now I'm sick. Drat. The girls stayed up until past 10 last night. Juliette's sick too, she of the Massive Chest Cough, and Ilsa has slowly degenerated into a psycho drunk child. If she's not flailing, she's crying--which probably means she's getting sick too. So they're home with me today. Can you feel the Monday joy?

And Charlie lost SYTYCD AU. I know you're devastated.

I'm going to go get some tea and try to not be so pissy.

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