Post-party blues

It's probably partly the after-effects of the stimulants I took over New Year's Eve. Everything seems wrong with my life today.

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Don't get too attached

We have been planning a New Years Eve party (yes, for that read sex party). Virgil's idea, following the success of his birthday play party, immense resources have already been invested. It's been our main focus since even before Christmas. We have fallen out with friends over the guest list and raided our savings to secure the fabulous venue. Now Virgil is ill with a suspected wisdom tooth infection. I have an appointment to pick up emergency antibiotics for him tomorrow. At the very best, he will be feeling better but still on antibiotics and not out of the woods for NYE.

At times like this I think WHAT'S THE FUCKING POINT OF TRYING TO DO ANYTHING NICE EVER?

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