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It's friday. Not the best friday, by far. Johnny Cash dies from diabetes related complications. John Ritter dies from heart problems. It's lab cleanup day. I'm tired. My groin hurts. I don't want to drink alcohol, but I don't want to be completely sober. The vicodin is tearing me up. I want busywork. Painless, mindless, groinless busywork.
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when you start to feel good enough to drink alcohol again, give me a holla. haha. or, you know, if you want to go on a walk or something, that would be okay too. :)
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