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[conuly]

Okay. Is it just me, or are Dear Abby's letters becoming more and more blatantly... um... trollish? I mean, c'mon, the woman found her husband in bed with her brother? And we're expected to believe that the best story they can come up with is "We went out to a bar together, with no designated driver, and both got drugged"?

(And if this is real, which I doubt, let me just say that cheating on your spouse with his/her sibling is low. Just low. And squicky. Like incest, but not.)

I'm exhausted, but I keep coughing and it's hurting my throat, so I'm still up. Ana was sick all day, had a 3+ hour nap, went around all day with bags under her eyes acting like she was hyped up on pixi stix, poor dear. The baby was cranky all day, but thankfully slept for a long time because she, too, is sick, presumably with the same thing that got everybody else. I'm getting horribly dehydrated because I can't breathe through my nose, so I'm mouth-breathing, and anyway it hurts to drink water (though it makes my throat feel better afterwards).

I hate being sick.

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[rainbow-goddess.livejournal.com]

I have the feeling that people deliberately make up outlandish things to send to Dear Abby to see if she'll answer them.