What a great way to top off a fucking fantastic day.

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And yes, that was sarcasm. Lots and lots of sarcasm.

Nate's in medlab. Again. I dunno what's going on, other than "he's all right", and I know well enough that nagging ain't gunna get me any more than that or down there to see him.

Pretty much everyone I care about is at each other's throats, and I'm copping the crossfire. I've got a bloody empathic link full of all sorts of lovely 'positive' feelings in the back of me head, and a... boyfriend, for want of a better word, who ain't talking to me because he's feeling like no-one gives a rat's arse about him. And I get to spend several hours in a car with a bunch of people, just about all of who are upset because of me in one way or another, and it ain't even my fucking fault.

I need a fucking drink. Too bad I ain't got anything.

What I'm going to do in the meantime is make up some of Homily's soothing tea (I'll leave a packet in the kitchen with instructions on it, if anyone else decides they need some), raid the cookie jar, and go and try and fix what I can with Manuel. Because otherwise I don't know where I'll end up or what I'll end up doing. I'll have me phone on me, any word on Nate, anything you need me to do, call me.

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I'm not mad at you...should I be?

[xp_daytripper]

I didn't say mad, I said upset. There's a difference.

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oh. okay. not upset at you either then.

I'm frustrated at a lot of things, but nothing to do directly with you. but I can't really blame you if you're upset with me.

[xp_daytripper]

Yeah, well, you're frustrated, I'm frustrated, there's a whole lot of frustration going on. Least there's fun to be had tonight in Boston.

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exactly!