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itwasnotso

7. Written on the morning of the first.

Jan 31, 2008 23:20

I may or may not have destroyed my tastebuds over the years; at either rate, I believe I've completely lost the ability to tell the difference between good or atrocious coffee. We have the hospital cantina to thank for that.

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Reynard. bramblesgaveway February 1 2008, 07:36:02 UTC

[a good few hours into the afternoon]

What.

Jess. itwasnotso February 1 2008, 07:37:30 UTC

Are you losing your son?

Reynard. bramblesgaveway February 1 2008, 07:40:18 UTC

oh fucking shit

[a long pause]

Was drunk.

Jess. itwasnotso February 1 2008, 07:41:41 UTC

Ah. Then that would explain it. The outburst didn't seem like you.

Reynard. bramblesgaveway February 1 2008, 07:47:32 UTC

Sorry. Trial's just no Hell of a hangover to make up for it.

Jess. itwasnotso February 1 2008, 07:49:59 UTC

So?

Reynard. bramblesgaveway February 1 2008, 07:53:41 UTC

What.

Jess. itwasnotso February 1 2008, 07:56:02 UTC

Are you losing your son, Jess?

Reynard. bramblesgaveway February 1 2008, 07:58:57 UTC

Yes, will you just leave it?

Jess. itwasnotso February 1 2008, 08:06:06 UTC

No, because I don't think I would like that to happen to you.

Reynard. bramblesgaveway February 1 2008, 08:10:25 UTC

You can't do anything.

Jess. itwasnotso February 1 2008, 08:13:16 UTC

I can't. I know people who can.

Reynard. bramblesgaveway February 1 2008, 08:17:24 UTC

I've got what I can afford.

Jess. itwasnotso February 1 2008, 08:21:33 UTC

It can't be enough if you're losing. I cannot abide losing.

Reynard. bramblesgaveway February 1 2008, 08:25:22 UTC

[harder]

It's what I've got.

Jess. itwasnotso February 1 2008, 08:27:32 UTC

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You could have more.

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