Ow.

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Somehow, in the cold light of day, the kitchen floor isn't half as comfortable as might seem the night before. Now the bustrip is done, very long, very hot shower for me.

Thank fuck for the red ambulance, or I wouldn't have been upright this morning.

Shite, was my phone on all night? Who'd I... oh fuck. Kurt? Whatever I said, take it with a grain of salt. Or maybe a whole shaker.

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As far as I could gather, you called to tell me why I was like a bottle of vodka. Consider the rest of the conversation forgotten.

I did try to warn you about the floor, but you were already asleep.

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I said you were what? *facepalms* Please tell me that's as embarrassing as it got. Tho' I remember talking to Wanda too. I didn't call her as well, did I?

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No, she was here.

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Ah. Um. Oops?

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You interrupted nothing but sleep, I promise.

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Still oops. Sorry for that.

I think some spring cleaning might be in order, until I'm feeling less likely to be dumb.

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Yes. Will you be needing some new plates?

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No, doesn't look like it. I just broke a mug and a glass or two - one of them's that ugly one from Fresno that Jubes sent me at one point. Nice thought, ugly-arse mug. I either need to do my dishes more, or pick somewhere else to brood and get uncoordinated - that window's apparently tricky when you can't feel your feet.