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Right, no more painkillers for me, they're making for an incomprehensible Sarah. And that ain't good. Either that or I can't talk to people for the next while. Or I need new painkillers.

Suspect there's a trip to the doc happening. Don't wanna! No poking the sore thing!

Yes, right, I'm not typing anymore. This is kinda like being drunk.

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Foot should be ok to go back to work tomorrow. Hopefully it'll be ok enough for me to stay at work once I get there. Feeling particularly miserable today for some reason. Ah, it'll pass.