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Mar. 12th, 2005 05:13 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
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To: [fairladydoctor]
From: [brainbrokeninwholenewwaysdoctor]
For the record, I am sorry for not being able to make it to the Pasta and Comedy tonight. I had been looking forward to it very much. But return-from-the-dead rather trumps relaxing-night-out... and I'm worried about Scott. This is... coming as quite the shock to him, obviously.
May I have a raincheck? We do still need a break... and will even more, I suspect, by the time the aftereffects of this particular bombshell clear. It's... a big shock. To everyone. I feel a bit as if I've been hit gently around the head with a rose-scented club. The news is good, but the shock is huge. *rueful smile* It's a good thing we stock a lot of aspirin. I think a lot of people will need it tonight.
-Hank
From: [brainbrokeninwholenewwaysdoctor]
For the record, I am sorry for not being able to make it to the Pasta and Comedy tonight. I had been looking forward to it very much. But return-from-the-dead rather trumps relaxing-night-out... and I'm worried about Scott. This is... coming as quite the shock to him, obviously.
May I have a raincheck? We do still need a break... and will even more, I suspect, by the time the aftereffects of this particular bombshell clear. It's... a big shock. To everyone. I feel a bit as if I've been hit gently around the head with a rose-scented club. The news is good, but the shock is huge. *rueful smile* It's a good thing we stock a lot of aspirin. I think a lot of people will need it tonight.
-Hank
Subject: Rain Checks R Us
Date: 2005-03-13 01:21 am (UTC)From: [maddie]
Returning from the dead is definitely a situation that over-rides everything else. Consider that break postponed. Anything I can do to help, just let me know, hon.
Maddie.
Re: Subject: Rain Checks R Us
Date: 2005-03-13 01:28 am (UTC)If your bed suddenly rises from the floor and begins emitting whimpering noises, that will be me trying to hide under it and realizing that I don't fit. ;) Thank you for the offer... I may request coffee and comforting noises for later. For now... I think I'm going to go down to the gym and bounce off the ceiling a little. I haven't been this wired since I drank a whole pot of Moira's coffee without realizing.
If I don't reappear in an hour or two, send a rescue party to lure me out with a trail of doughnuts?