Chris is adorable. Every day I get a text message telling me how many more days till I visit him. For the record, 6 days.
Toofer still hurts. Yesterday it was at a 6. This morning it was a 1, and things were looking up. Then I accidentally managed to bite some of the swollen gum while stuffing a muffin into my face, and now it's back up to a 5, throbbing all nonchalantly in the back of my mouth. Gaysauce.
My nap efforts were thwarted mostly by Ashley, slightly less so by the recurring thought of an ice cream cone.
Aaand that's all I have for now. Merh. This is what happens when Ashley forces me to update my blog, haha.
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