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That's what I hear when my manager talks to me. Blahblahblah...

I'm tired, and I have to pee.

Jason's in the hospital; he blacked out for apparently no reason. Mmm. CAT scans.

This past weekend was a "Let's get drunk!" weekend, which I enjoyed. Sunday circle was potluck for Imbolc. It was groovy.

Umm. Yeap.

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Okay; I wrote that four hours ago; LJ was too busy to accept my POST, so I let it sit. Now, I append.

Motherfucker I hate hospitals.

Last time I was in one was for Terri, and that's about all I thought about while I was there.

Motherfucker I hate hospitals.