I am most probably going to be late to guard tonight because my mother is at the hospital with my brother about that stupid tack. Maybe I should text Daryl about it. Oh wait, I don't have my phone ever since the mishap involving a borrower, long lines, and sick stomachs (that was just me being anxious, not a tragically heroic dash through a river of vomit). But it's okay, now that my stomach is fine and I've got a four hour headache hanging out with me. Wow, am I a complainer or what?
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