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[the_rck]

I just wimped out on the cookie booth. I'm sneezing like crazy, and my nose is starting to run, and dinner doesn't want to stay down. Going seemed like a really bad idea. Cordelia went anyway, and I was, I believe, going to be the third adult present, so I think they'll be fine. I feel guilty, and I'm second guessing myself. With my luck, I'd go and then lose dinner. So I'm sitting in my living room, nibbling on some ginger and trying to feel better.