Haven't you ever heard of the healing power of laughter?

What? Seriously? So the midget is all laughter and fun and running around and acting like a brat this weekend and now, Monday morning when there's swell, she's suddenly sick. I don't like kids. There, I said it. Obviously we can't send her to school because then she'll infect everyone else but now my day is compromised. No early surf and dog walk. No taking care of the grocery shopping nice and early, beat the crowds, you know? No, I now get to clean the house and sit around until Melah gets off work early. At 11am. That's half the day stuck in the house! Dammit! Is there any way to be single, mid-20s and living in SF again? Just drinking and skating and not worrying about too much else? No? Fuck. Better get started on the dishes then.

Peace out, bitches!