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Aug 03, 2006 12:39

Blech. Well, fever's gone and they still think my arm'll be okay without skin grafts or whatever they're called, but that was no fun. Ouch. I'm doing better now, though. Some of the side-effects of that thing at the end are improved, too. Doctor says that they prefer that I stay for a few more days, but I'm allowed to go home now if I want.

It's weird. I'm realizing that I'm actually kind of nervous about going home. Even though I've been still sleeping there while we were working on getting Liz back, it feels farther away now.

Oh, and, dear everybody: If you catch me being depressed, tell me to snap out of it, will you? I'm about as interested in doing all that garbage I did last year as I am in a root canal, but I can kind of feel myself slipping, so.

I hear there was flooding and sea monsters in parts of the Nexus. Johnny, please tell me that you are all right and in an entirely different and sea monster-less part of the Nexus right now?

In really good news, though, Henry and I are employed. Henry's doing architectural photography for Claire's company, and I have the very severe and impressive-sounding job title of executive vice president though I don't think I could be severe and impressive if I tried. My hair is too floppy, for starters.

[locked to Henry]
A photography job! I'm really happy for you! Still some good stuff every now and then between all the awful, huh?

Listen, be sure to take your phone with you when you go out to the buildings, all right? I'm gonna just eat pride and get this out right now that I foresee needing to talk to you kind of regularly. I think I'm going to be in that place for a while where eight hours would have me shrinking into walls.

And speaking of which, thank you for keeping me company. It's been so so nice having you here with me, I want you to know.
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henry sherman-townshend, action/narrative, claire, henry townshend, journal entry

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