Steph, dear. Quick health~ma to you.
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Oh dear, Teppy. May you get some peaceful rest. I hope the dinner can be rescheduled.
I think things are more or less calmed down, and I'm hydrated, so as long as I stick to clear liquids, I'll be fine.
But thanks for the well wishes -- I'll take them!
Damn, Teppy. That REALLY sucks.
Right? The worst part is it means no Magic Beer until at least tomorrow, possibly Monday.
Feh. Beer is a clear liquid.
What a dreadful night. Universe, it's time to lay off our Teppy and go bother Dick Cheney.
Right? The worst part is it means no Magic Beer until at least tomorrow, possibly Monday.
Nooooooo.
I shall have to have one or two for you, in that case.
I thought beer was good for your digestion.
Aw, crap, Steph. What a crappy continuation of a horrible health month. Feel better soon...
Oh Steph, you poor lady. I hope you feel better soon.