Oh Erin. Oh God.
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Sympathies, Erin. That's so sad.
That's heartbreaking, Erin.
Though it is good to see you even with such sad news.
Also: you still have wheels.
It's sad, very. They are SO young, for all their go-to-hell mi vida loca bravado.
Monday wake.
But, ION (not because I an callous, but because I cannot let myself dwell on it any more this week) I DO have wheels! Shiny! Sun roof! Not a disaster on wheels wheels!
And I think I'm going dancing tomorrow night. I have a DD and I hope for a little drunkeness and perhaps some backhall groping.
{{{{Erin}}}}
Go, GC's GF with those letter writing skillz.
Erin, that just bites like a vampire bat that needs braces. I hope the dancing brings relief from the sadness.
{{{{Erin}}}}
Awful week.
(You, on the other hand? You bring all kinds of joy.)
Oh, Erin, I'm so sorry. Losing a student is so awful. I'm very glad that you got some good news this week, too.
{{{{{Erin}}}}} That sucks, but at least yeah for the new car.
How horrible, Erin. {{{Erin}}}