The shit has hit the fan. Yes, yes, I'm a zombie. This is far worse than that. Apparently Sarah got worried when I ditched her this weekend and she called my parents. How the hell am I going to explain this to my mother. I already have 5 new messages, I'm sure all pertaining to how worried she is. I haven't called her back yet, I don't know what to tell them. I'm supposed to be eating with them for the seder on Saturday night. That should be fun, I'm sure I won't make it ten minutes before mom asks where I've been lately. Then comes the lecture of how its unfair to let them worry like that. O man, there is no way I can tell them.
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