Losers party, got it. I don't think any of the one restaurant here does Chinese so wish granted.
It's not just you anymore. It's us. There's an us. When you don't tell me things it makes me worry that you feel like you can't tell me things. That scares me. Maybe you're right and maybe I need to get better about asking.
I'm always curious. So you're still having headaches? Does it still feel like your brain might leak out your ears?