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So last night at my work's party, I turned into one of those girls. You know, the girl who gets really drunk and makes out with the other girl that's really drunk... funny, nobody complained. I believe we actually got cheered on, judging from the fists in the air in the pictures that surfaced.

And at some point this girl's boyfriend got mad and as I was standing too close, slammed my left hand in the door. I now type this with a broken finger.

And it still hurts because every time I take the meds they gave me I either pass out or throw up. So to remain coherent I have to be without them... perhaps I will be taking another trip to the doctor for something else?