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[justinkinney]

Home sick. Deb brought soup and wanted to stay, but everything is too loud and hurts my head. Michael keeps texting me going "were r the sketches 4 rage mr. artiste??!!!!" so I turned off my cell and unplugged the phone. Brian, stop calling me, okay? I'm fine.

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[nineinchescut]

1. Eat the soup. All of it.
2. I'll tell Michael to fuck off.
3. Turn the phone back on.

[justinkinney]

How's Philly?

[nineinchescut]

It sucks, how do you think it is?

Turn the phone on. Now. Unless you're sleeping, which is an excuse you can't use if you're sitting at your computer.

[justinkinney]

I took the laptop into bed. Talking takes too much energy. Don't be an asshole at me when I'm sick.

[nineinchescut]

Fuck, Justin! Just turn on the goddamned phone, or else I'm calling Mikey and telling him to come over and see if you're still breathing.

I ask for so little, really.

[justinkinney]

Fuck you. Fine.

[nineinchescut]

That wasn't so hard, was it?

[justinkinney]

Did you just hang up on me? You are unbelievable.

[nineinchescut]

Do you know how many times I've heard that?

Why are you playing on your laptop? You should be sleeping. I expect you to be well when I get home tomorrow.

I might have left you some NyQuil as a going away present in the medicine cabinet.

[justinkinney]

I have slept. This is exactly why I leave the phone off. Try to annoy me a little more, why don't you.

I saw the NyQuil but now it's gone, I think Ted may have stolen it for his drug stash.

[nineinchescut]

The whole fucking bottle? Christ.

There's Tylenol PM in there too.

You think THIS is annoying? I haven't even begun, Sunshine.

[justinkinney]

I hate those stupid meds anyway, Brian, they just make you sleepy and I've slept all fucking day. Next it'll be Em wanting to sit here and pat my head.

Did your presentation go okay?

[nineinchescut]

Of course the presentation went okay. It was more than okay. They all wanted to blow me by the end. City of Brotherly love, and all that crap.

Take two of the Tylenol tonight. I'll call you to see if you did. Don't lie.

[justinkinney]

Brotherly love? You must be right at home.

Oh, I think Mom was going to call you about some dinner, don't tell her I'm sick, okay? I don't need three mommies hanging on me.

[nineinchescut]

I'll assume you mean Deb and Daphne as the first two.

What the hell kind of dinner? Do I have to wear shoes?

[justinkinney]

Yes Brian, Deb and Daphne :)

Don't ask me, I think she wants to start some queer family dinner tradition. You will wear shoes and not complain.