Was kind of planning on being asleep now, too fucking angry, most of the time I'm OK with people being stupid, not so much when my foot's been hurting all day. It feels a lot better now actually, the throbbing is migrating into my aura, which I imagine is a scary bright red, don't have the equipment to check.
Pasta with pals was moved to tonight's menu, delightful time, cut short by aforementioned stupidity, sorry for the delay in taking you home, pals.
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don't sweat it. it was a thrill to get to see the inner workings of america's most trusted news source. at least when it comes to small furry animals in predicaments. thanks for the bread and wine.
Don't know that I'd call them workings exactly.
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