Edwin: 5:15pm [Private to Cecilia]
Hey, if you've got a moment, can I borrow you? One of the spiders in the laundry room decided to try to battle me, and while I won, it still managed to get in a nice blow. In other words, I have a spider bite on my arm, and it's starting to get puffy and itchy enough that I can't ignore it, and if I don't come to you before Oliver sees it, I'm worried he's going to try to carry me to you to make sure that my arm won't fall off. It wasn't a black widow or a brown recluse or anything that I'm really worried about, but my arm's still pretty puffy. And I feel like I might be rambling, but Sterling and I had a few drinks earlier.