2000-09-04 || 9.51a

Labour day

Aw man... cf = waves of guilt. Last night during snuggle time I accidentally dislocated Lover's jaw. I don't even remember how I did it.

Granted, we'd bought and drank a 12 of cold, refreshing Sleeman's Steam Ale beforehand, but that wouldn't have an effect, would it?

Hah hah hah... christ.

So it's off to the damned hospital again. She's being great about it though, kinda giggling about it between the tears.

Of course, the doctor's going to take one look and ask some pretty tough questions...

Happy fahking Labour Day.



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