Aug 3, 2022
Everyone who said symbicort tastes like ants is WRONG. It tastes like bile
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Everyone who said symbicort tastes like ants is WRONG. It tastes like bile
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Aidan wasnât sure how he felt about Bellport. Not that heâd seen much of it, Conan was pretty insistent he stayed in the shitty motel room they had. It wouldnât take long, heâd said. They were after the freaking original vampires, Aidan was pretty sure the family wouldnât go down easily. He wasnât entirely sure why they deserved it either, only one of them seemed to have a terrible reputation. Still, Aidan wasnât sure how many people Conan went after deserved it. It made his skin crawl, the guilt like bile in his throat.Â
Heâd needed air, so heâd slipped out, metal flask in his hand. He wasnât entirely sure what was in it, but he sipped from it as he wandered the streets - desperate for some kind of distraction.Â
Thatâs when he saw her. Anna. The sister heâd abandoned, no longer in Ireland. He blinked, eyes flickering back to the flask. He was hallucinating her, wasnât he? From the guilt of leaving her behind. Except as her voice flooded his ears, he knew she was real. âAnna?â No, no she couldnât be here. If Conan found out--. Well, he wasnât entirely sure he wanted to think about that.
There is seriously some sort of jinx in play with me trying to see Star Wars. I arranged it so if I worked 12 hours today and 16 hours Friday, I would have time off Thursday to go see it. But apparently there was corn syrup in dinner last night because I was up all night almost dying so I'm going to have to move most of this work onto tomorrow. Also I'm not done almost dying. My liver is clearly not recovered from my allergic reaction to that antibiotic a couple of weeks back. I bet if I went to the ER right now they'd admit me, but it's tax season, so that would be irresponsible. I'll just harass the first person who calls me on the phone to bring me some milk thistle tea. Literally anyone. The clients have weird requests all the time, why can't I?