Sunday I slowly arrive at consciousness amidst some vivid, erotic dream imagery, that unfortunately is lost to the recesses of my brain as soon as the pain hits. Someone has clearly stepped on my head and stuffed an angry poodle down my throat, and I'd like to have a word with them - as soon as my bed stops rotating. I'm naked and cold, and I
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Hope you're feeling much better today, Debra, even if it's a grey Monday!
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sucks that Peter can still get to you, i suppose some people just know how to push our buttons.. do you plan to tell warren about the incident w.your friend?
*hugs* hope you're day today was better!
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Gah! I know!! That completely made my day yesterday and the insane feeling of euphoria (that the JETS beat the PATRIOTS *is still in awe*) leaked over to today. It escalated when I had the honor of taunting my NE-loving friend.
The Jets have a knack for surprising people. :)
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