Nothing screws up a day worse than having to put the pixie's elbow back. Unless it's that, then the imp slipping on the bathroom floor because he's throwing a fit about having to get out of the tub, and smacking his face on the toilet seat and ending up on his back on the floor where he slipped. Or maybe all that, the grading part of the online platform malfunctioning (again), and my hands hurting from the shift in weather.
Good night, y'all. I'm going to have a nice, double bourbon, then head for bed. I'm beat.
3 hours ago