Dear diary, today I was promiscuous and my sister was masochistic.

[misanthrope_md]

The last week was all kind of a haze for House. Not the good kind of haze, but hazy all the same. Which was, in itself, probably a good thing. It wasn't exactly something he wanted to remember clearly. Just a lot of pain, and feeling like shit, and throwing up, and staring at the ceiling, and grumbling at anyone who came near, which for the

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[dr_girlscout]

Cameron had waited and picked a time that she was least likely to run into any of the beautiful, wafty people that lived at Phedre's-- though House would hardly fit the bill there. Then agian, he was the one she was looking for. Her arms were tired from her new way of dispersing anger, but in them, she carried several battered copies of Lesbian Prison Stories.

She stopped there at the steps.

[dr_girlscout]

"I can hit you or something if you want," she said, with a dip of her shoulders. "But it's not like you've had an awesome week during this. Natural consequences."

Cameron stood up. "I miss you, even if you're a jerk. Maybe because you're a jerk. You know where to find me." She pressed her lips together into a flat line, thinking, and then left.