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I just puked for a million years and I called casting to see if they could replace me for tomorrow and they said "no, try to make it to set." I'm sipping tea out of my worlds greatest FBI agent mug and no amount of crime solving will make me feel better and I kind of feel like a petulant five year old who wants her mom and my mouth tastes gross and my stomachs not happy and I don't wanna go to work tomorrow.