~*Crushed*Glass*~ (crushedglass) wrote,
~*Crushed*Glass*~
crushedglass

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bleah.

I need drugs. For whatever bizarre reason every tome we come to Chicago, my body decides its time to bleed. Dammit. So we're at beth's work again and we're gonna go to the store for assorted hting... though the list becomes shorter and shorter as beth says oh you need _____? I/we have that. So yay to that at least.
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