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Christ. I'm sick. I've been fevered and throwing up and generally icky, and someone finally dragged me to the doctor . . . he says it's the flu. Also, that it's possibly stress related, and that I should try not to overdo it.
So I'm spending the next few days in bed while I get better. And I'm a horrible person and haven't been socializing lately, and I'm very sorry. Gwyn, darling girl, I promise I'll try as hard as I can to be better by the time you get here. Call me and tell me what days you want to play, and I promise to be all better and beautiful and sparkling by the time you get here.
Marc, I'll cook for you as soon as I'm not contagious anymore. Promise. You should call me, too.
I love everyone and I'm very sorry and I'm a horrible person.
Erg.