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Whoa.

Ok, not good, not good at all. No angst, no poems, I am crying because my head hurts that much. I'm so sick I'm depressed, and I have a had horrid goddam nightmare. I threw up until I was expecting to see my gut in the bowl.

I'm STILL working the case. This afternoon, I'll be in. But I'm coming in late. Oh, god....::horrible noises::

Please leave the sobbing lump under the blankets alone. I will clean up the trail of pill wrappers later.

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abbiesvu
Mar. 22nd, 2006 09:25 am (UTC)
I hope Millie's taking good care of you...call if you need anything.
det_mike_logan
Mar. 22nd, 2006 09:41 am (UTC)
God, you rock, Abbie.
You know, you've GOT to be somebody's baby.

As for mine, she certainly is doing her best to care for cranky old me. She put on my favorite XTC album very low, and let me be with something to drink, which is all you can do for this.

"...Yes, my world shakes for me
My bird sings sweetly...
Yes, my bird performs"

abbiesvu
Mar. 22nd, 2006 10:29 am (UTC)
*just smiles* I do what I can..I did hear that song the other day while I was at the store.
det_jackharper
Mar. 22nd, 2006 04:39 pm (UTC)
Geez o'Sensai...I hope you feel better. Tell Millie to call me if you need anything in the meantime.
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