1/18/2006 3:21 pm
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3/5/2006 9:29 pm
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We ate and drank too much.
I don't remember all of the evening, but I spent a considerable part of it curled up next to the toilet. Nauseated yes, but mostly conforming myself to the cool tile.
The three of them, having determined that I really wasn't dying, stayed in the living room. Someone came in and covered me with a throw.
A while later I got up and we cabbed it back down town.
I called to say I got home safely, and they checked the next day. I didn't need to apologize. They accepted that things fall apart.
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208 posts 1/19/2006 2:52 pm |
ah...the intimacy of friends who support unconditionally and don't ask the 'wrong' questions. blissful.
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208 posts 1/21/2006 7:36 am |
yes smalll, yes.
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17418 posts 1/21/2006 11:03 am |
yeppers
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