12/10/12
I haven't written since Wednesday because at 3:30 AM Thursday morning, after a horrendous night of sleep, due to Isla's refusal to adapt to the norms of sleeping 4 year olds, I woke up (literally) in the act of sprinting to the bathroom with vomit nearly escaping my clenched lips. It came out of nowhere, and everybody got it. I know Isla came down with the stomach flupocalypse first, but I thought I was immune to that. Nope. So, for the last four or five days, either I, Tegan, Isla or Miles has been puke-tacular. I'm just now getting my legs back.
On top of all that, I had to do a show on Saturday, which was actually not that big of a deal, and a really good show, until the end when some dude started waving a knife around. Oh, my life sometimes.
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