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6am: awakened by frantic knocking and ringing of doorbell. rush downstairs. realize i'm without pants. grab blanket. open door. it's christi saying stacey's car is blocking dumpster.. oh wait never mind garbage truck got around it. mumble something and shut door. things get fuzzy. face slams into door. come to lying on back on kitchen floor. what the hell? stumble upstairs. look in bathroom mirror.. face is white as sheet. try to go back to sleep despite cold sweats and feeling freaked out.
now i can't tell if i'm still a bit dizzy or just paranoid.
how was your morning?
now i can't tell if i'm still a bit dizzy or just paranoid.
how was your morning?