Argh.

So Seaners can't go back to group until he's done reacting to the damn chocolate, or until we get a letter saying that the rash is non-contagious. We find this out this morning because it would kill Carlyn to give us some guidelines or any information ahead of time, Chris has a conference call and I can't stay home on pain of death. The doctor's office is either not open or their phone system/voicemail is fubared. GOODY.

I don't think I would be as annoyed about this if it weren't week ... what now, four? of someone or something falling apart around here. Once AGAIN I've had to drop one of my classes because of this - and some of this crap was totally unnecessary, like last week's festivities. One of these days I'll actually be able to take a full course load without drowning in it. Or maybe I'm just dreaming. I'd say the Mommy Brigade is right, but that would be letting them win.
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*cries*

Marvin/Severus Snape slash. Needless to say, not particularly worksafe. Or thinking-safe. Or safe.
It's well written, but ... *brainexplody*