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Talking to an ex-girlfriend on IM. Ain't that always weird? She wants to apologize for something... hmmm... She's apologizing for an argument I don't even remember. I did a lot of drinking when I was dating her. Like, a fifth at a time kind of drinking. Rob and Sid used to drive me home, listen to me while I ranted and screamed, put me to bed, tuck me in, pet me and calm me down and sit with me until I passed out. I was a wreck. If all goes well (read: if the doctor says: "Why yes, Mr. Andrews, you're free to go home for the weekend.") then I will be going home for the weekend tomorrow. I'm nervous, excited, a little scared... a nice tummy churning mixture of emotions. Ya'll wish me luck. |
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