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Perhaps being drunk and being a bed-mole all weekend long will make it all better. But for now it's a text message. Or rather 2 or 3 that are getting sent. I lose, I know, and I admit it. But alcohol has gotten the better of me. And for now I'm letting it win and me lose.
In other news, I feel like a real woman. Or perhaps I will tomorrow.
In other news, I feel like a real woman. Or perhaps I will tomorrow.