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Jan 21, 2008 15:25

My ears haven't stopped ringing. Nothing helps. I've got a doctor's appointment scheduled for next week. Maybe she'll prescribe me something.

I got a call from Dad. He told me Brad is in a lot of trouble, so they're sending him my way. I don't understand. NYC is not the place to send him if they don't want him to become some cell block bitch. Send him to Virginia. The boy is 27 for crying out loud, and they expect me to somehow make things okay?

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I gave him my word. The least I can do is try.

So. It looks like I might be in the market for a new apartment.

Jess, if you need someone to walk you home pick you up again after work, don't hesitate to call me. Even if you're working late. I'll still be up and I don't mind.
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