I quit. I'm giving up gambling*. Never again. I'm serious.
And I have no damn cash left anywhere on my body or in my mattress or laying in the couch cushions so if someone looking for a charity case would be so kind as to buy me a burger until payday? That'd be awesome.
*This doesn't mean I'm giving up playing. Just not for money. End of story.
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How're you?
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I'm fine. Recovering.
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Fine is very descriptive. Thank you for that.
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Ready to be back at work, but I'm not allowed. Is that better?
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A little. Would it help if I said I miss seeing your always incredibly cheerful face around?
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It might help. Not much, but some.
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Hospitals suck ass. Being sick sucks ass. The last time I was sick-- actually, we're not talking about that. But as a blanket statement I don't like all-over muscle achiness or high fevers at all.
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That is why I'm not in the hospital anymore. In point of fact, I was raised to avoid them.
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I didn't get sick much to begin with. Not sure why. Sure why Sam didn't. Good luck isn't cutting it as an excuse for me these days. I stopped by once when you were in. You were sleeping pretty deep, though.
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