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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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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.