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You know, when a friend tells you they are feeling crappy and aren't going to make a certain event, telling them they're bad isn't going to either make them feel any better or motivate them to overcome the crappiness and join you anyway.

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A long chat with Dru (who is certainly crazy: he picked up 3 extra 14-hour shifts this weekend to pay for a new computer) and a long, hot shower later, and I feel better. My head's cleared a bit, and I even feel a bit hungry for the first time today. (Too much food yesterday; birthday celebrations at lunch *and* dinner.) I'm going to try to contain myself to fruit and a bit of soup if I get snacky - I think I should probably try to break myself of the habit of bread snacks. No matter how much I adore sourdough.