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Most of you who check in here know me well enough to realize that my gallows humor and shit-flipping bitchery are getting me through this, and I would expect nothing less from you all. Nothing is off the table: no joke about Moi the Lush is out of bounds, no bragging about how great your margarita(s) was is too much...just treat me like the hackneyed drunken writer cliche that I am. All good.