I Want Food
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I'm at ZooHouse, preparing to see if we can get a decent pizza-for-two for a VERY small amount of dollars.

I've updated my livejournal, and I'm hurting quite a bit despite THREE oxycodone, two advil, and two asprin. I am still completely conscious, and still in intense pain, and still *sigh* just a bit irritated. But the world is getting slightly more rational now. SLIGHTLY.

I got the apology. Not on-his-knees, which doesn't surprise me, but simple and straightforward. Mind you, first he tried iffing his way through it, but... no. Foot down. And I feel MUCH better now.

See, it's not about getting everything right the first time. It's not about perfection. It's about paying attention when something goes WRONG, about doing your best. That's all. That's enough.

Noplace delivers after 10:00 without charging ridiculous prices for food. This sucks. I want food.

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