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day 26

a song you can play on an instrument

oh, crap. I can't play any instruments. :(


Chapter 8

The bar was getting ready to close.

Wilson whimpered, "I don't wanna go home!" sounding like a scared kid.

House sighed. "Look, I don't blame you for not wanting to go back home to some fight you're having with Sam, why don't you crash at my place tonight?"

"Okayyy..." Wilson slurred, starting to walk out the door towards House's bike.

House rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right, we're both drunk off our butts and you think we're taking my bike home, THAT'S gonna end well."

Ronnie, the bartender, a tall skinny guy with a ponytail, a Fu Manchu mustache and several Harley tattoos, picked up the phone. "You should listen to House, dude, I'm calling you a cab."

House snagged Wilson's shirt collar and tugged him back away from the bike, but Wilson wrested free and made a rather pathetic effort to put on a tough guy act. "Oh, yeah?! Well, I oughta--"

"Cut the crap, Wilson, we're getting a cab," House snapped. "Sorry about this, Ronnie."

"All right, House, but your friend better calm the fuck down, I'm only cutting him slack because you did such a righteous job patching up Junkyard after he took that spill."

They managed to take a taxi back to House's place without further incident and got inside without falling over, despite disability and drunkenness.

House suddenly noticed, much to his discomfort, that Wilson had started to cry.

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    Spent most of today watching MST3K and CSI New York and listening to music and reading.

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    I tried out a streaming service last night that didn't work at all well, I watched one show on it that cut out at the last fifteen minutes or so and…

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    Just finished watching Mulholland Drive. David Lynch is so weird.

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