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I have death flu. And every potion I take either knocks me out or makes me have hallucinations. Seriously, unless my neighbor has adopted 45 cats in neon colors, I'm seeing some weird shite. Which could also be from oxygen deprivation.
Sounds like it's time to start self-medicating. Firewhiskey clears everything up...or at least it should. -
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Merry bloody Christmas.
I so love when it starts with my mother puking into a fern and then her forgetting where the presents are. Next stop, dinner with her parents.
I'd rather be grading essays. -
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I hate winter. I always hate winter. Is it too late to transfer to New Zealand or Australia? Maybe Brazil. Brazil is nice and the men are pretty.
Plus, this weather is seriously cutting into my tips. The alcoholics prefer to drink at home when the temperature drops. -
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Sundays were, by definition, lazy days. Meredith wouldn't have minded so much if she hadn't been deemed appropriate to throw all Sunday closing shifts on. Bars weren't really the happening place to be on a Sunday, what with people having work and/or school the next day. Still, there were the alcoholics to be taken care of. Or just the depressives, ( Read more... ) -
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Christmas, Winter Break, all such things were just a giant pain in the ass for Meredith. She'd spent the night in the bar, working with everyone else who hated Christmas. Actually, she had been listening to drunks talking about how much their lives had turned around and they were alone. Meredith had ended up all morose and desolate feeling by the ( Read more... ) -
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Fire Gala. Just the name alone is pretentious. Yeah, I'm a little late to the party of mentioning it, but really? I'm sure everyone I've ever spoken to is going, I've definitely heard entirely too many conversations about dresses and dates and blahblahblah from my students and the people beside me in class. But, really, it just makes my head hurt ( Read more... ) -
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How in hell had Meredith ended up with a weekend off? Maybe she'd requested it? Maybe she'd finished everything early because she wanted some time to do nothing but wander aimlessly. Whatever it was, after she'd spent the night in the bar dealing with the alcholics and wayward souls, her Saturday was blissfully open ( Read more... ) -
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Meredith had at least managed to make it back home to turn herself into a presentable human being at some point between her own classes and the ones she was responsible for running. Still, she felt a bit off, a bit jumpy and snappy. Maybe she needed to start actually taking part in that little thing called sleep ( Read more... ) -
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I wish I could personally fail people. I know, that would be a serious abuse of power. Still, some kids just deserve it ( Read more... )
