unnumbered spam - Libby and Morgan's backdated drunken escapades

[Pointing to her laptop screen, Libby frowns. She hasn't had enough to drink yet, and is a little ways away from finding all of this particularly hilarious and adding her own poor drunken comebacks.]

What the hell is wrong with your inmate, Morgan?

038 // oh. my. god.

Okay, so I'm sober now--hung over, but sober--and I'm finally rereading the fiasco that took place in my journal last night.

I, for one, am utterly mortified and I would like to apologize to anyone who was reading the comments in that entry. I crossed the line of "too much information" and would never have done so while not drunk.

I've got a monster of a headache now, so I'll leave it at that.



EDIT // Admiral...whoever that is right now? I need my inmate sent to Level 0 for a day. Drusilla. She's incredibly strong and I can't get her down there myself.

If you can't do it...

Angel, I might need your help, instead.