In Which the Body Hates Me... For Good Reasons

Mar 31, 2009 22:06

Dear Meg,

Don't. Fucking. Do. That.

Kay?

Love,
UR ARMS

PS. The gallbladder sends its love.

Dear Beloved Arms,

Look, I know that I promised you I wouldn't do that. I said I'd put you first and I will. It was just this one time! It was the invoices' fault! You saw what they were wearing!

I'm sorry, baby. I brought you ibuprofen. Does that make it better?

It won't happen again. I mean it this time.

Please don't hate me in the morning.

Love,
Meg

PS. Fuck you, gallbladder, I'm eating cheesecake anyway.

At least I remembered why I set those rules about breaks in the first place. Doesn't help that I've got a GIANT STACK waiting for me at work tomorrow. *Sigh*

work, body hates me

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