InsaneJournal

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The morning after doesn't feel any better than last night.

Private to Sara and household
Sara, for one, you're a freaking saint. Thanks for taking care of my ass. Sorry to invade the house, folks. Not much choice though, you understand how it is.

Shared friends of Constantine/Zatanna
I'm alive.
I sort of wish I wasn't. My head feels like I went on a three-night bender. I was at Verdant when it hit, dropped like a stone I guess, Sara took care of me. I didn't even think to tell anyone mucking around in his head was a bad idea. I think I'll just go lay back down for awhile. Someone tell me if they find him and he's okay?

If not bring him to my place, I'll patch him up again.