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[eliza_phelp]

Sick again. Very, very sick. In some ways it's not as bad as the last time, in some ways it's worse. Fuck being sober. Or I would fuck being sober, but I can't keep the vodka down. Can't even keep the strawberry-flavored, light-weight drinks down

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[__shakespeare]

It's...because of last night, isn't it? I'm sorry.

Want me to come over?

[eliza_phelp]

If you like. Don't be too offended if I have to vomit a lot, though.

If I told you not to come, would you stay away?

And it's my fault. You have nothing to apologize for.

[__shakespeare]

If you really wanted me to stay away, I guess I would.

Is that what you want?

[eliza_phelp]

No, that isn't what I want. I'm just not sure what will happen. But come over if you want. And be prepared: It won't be pretty. And Sandra's making me stay in bed like an invalid.