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Me not going straight home from work TWO nights in a row! Go me. I'm great. So social. Such a butterfly.

Actually, Goose is great. I had dinner at her (mom's) house in Hoboken tonight. I almost didn't go because I've been alternately freezing and burning since last night, but was too stupid to understand why until about 10 o'clock this morning. Oh, fever. I never get fever. I didn't recognize it. It made my day interesting. I think it's gone now. I still feel weird. Everything hurts. Today hurt. I can't catch up at work and I'm buried and it makes me tense and unhappy all day long and I can't catch up and I can't make everyone happy and it's much worse when you're freezing and burning and freezing and burning.

Actually, at Goose's house I didn't feel bad at all. It must've been the company. Or the lemon chicken, which is, as she pointed out, a step away from chicken soup, and that's good medicine.

She gave me presents. I gave her, quite possibly, a case of the flu.

I like to spread this love whenever possible.

Oh, everyone's gone now. Holidays are over. Kirsten's gone. Erin's gone. Goose's gone soon. They all went home. Remember when everyone lived here?

Why do people go away?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:40 PM | shower me with attention