I am awake.
The words 'bombs' and 'London' in the same sentence tend to do it for me.
The coffee was more of an afterthought than anything else. Some Bloody idiot American reporter tried to drag the IRA into it, before there was any confirmation of anything. I would have liked to be home from work even sooner
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Glad everyone you know is safe. I think this is just another wakeup call that paradise does not exsist.
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I want a drink.
Apparently it doesn't matter how many years I spent in England, I'm still Irish at heart and I just can't be that stoic. Hurting something and getting pissed sounds like a more appealing reaction.
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We can play and do something nice this evening...
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I lit one of your candles, I hope you don't mind. It's that fire one from your birthday... saying a prayer to Brigit. Mac gave me the idea.
I should eat...
Is there someone we can give Rey's bourbon to? The stuff your father got her for christmas. I like your father fine, and it's not mine, it's Rey's, but knowing that is the only thing that stopped me drinking it last time.
Not that it's enough to get drunk off of... Ill perhaps, on an empty stomach, but... and I can't bear to just throw it out. The least she could do is drink it. Anything to get it out of the house.
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Light as many candles as you like, sweetie. And give Brigit my regards.
We could see if Jeff and Vicky would like the bourbon. Or I could hide it somewhere for you. Honestly, I'd kind of like to have some at some point, but I know the temptation's difficult for you. *HUGS*
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