quester, I'm so sorry.
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
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Oh, no, quester! I'm sorry.
I'm sorry quester.
I'm sorry, quester. You never get accustomed to people dying. Never gets easier. Unfortunately it does get more frequent with age.
My condolences, quester.
Sorry, quester.
That's a gut punch, Quester. So sorry.
O!!! M!!! G!!! 17 DAYS FROM NOW I WILL HAVE JASON MOMOA'S ARM AROUND ME!!!!!!!!!
I should get dressed and go to CVS and pick up some prescriptions. But I feel all tired and blah. But the prescriptions will (hopefully) make me feel less tired and blah. But I still need to get dressed and drive over there and talk to the pharmacist and probably wait for them to be filled, since there are insurance issues.
I brushed my teeth, then felt dizzy and had to sit down again. I'll go to the pharmacy tomorrow.