You know, what asshole was it who was like “I’m going to make a medicine that’s pretty much the best thing for getting some sleep when you’ve got a cold but it’s going to taste like the unholy love child of wintergreen and licorice”?

Why is my life turning into a wacky holiday comedy where everything that possibly can go wrong with holiday travel goes wrong? I swear to god if I don’t learn a valuable lesson about the true meaning of Christmas at the end of this process I have some serious complaints.