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Oh, so, did I mention my fucked-up day? It started out okay what with the ticket success and all (stressful though that may have been), but then in the afternoon I had an incredibly scary IM session with a friend of my sister's who lives in England, a very troubled young man who had apparently taken 8 Xanax and some aspirin and then signed on to tell me to tell his brother he's sorry and that his life was fading away.

Well. I did not know how to deal with this. Some things can't be afforded not to be taken seriously, as farfetched as they may appear (dying and typing at the same time?) so I spent the afternoon at my desk quietly freaking out and making long distance calls to whoever I could think of, trying to get ahold of someone who knew where this guy lived in case he was about to die somewhere in England. (And also trying to hide the fact that I was IMing at work-- not supposed to have AIM-- and trying to get some actual work done, to boot.)

As of now, there's no news as to his whereabouts or status, but my sister tells me that he's done this sort of thing before-- OD'ed on pills and then signed on to IM someone incoherently until he passes out, and that he's probably okay.

But it was incredibly frightening and disturbing nonetheless.

Then I come home and Mark's calling his fans ugly.
(Okay, I don't really take that seriously, but I'm overly sensitive about my extreme ugliness, okay? I know I need therapy.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:52 PM | shower me with attention