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Tuesday's dinner and aftermath have left me very fragile and drained, in physical as well as emotional ways. (Brief version: I kept a glass in my hand, for various reasons, including to keep from reaching out and touching someone. Said glass was refilled repeatedly with sake, somewhere between 24-36 ounces thereof. Bad idea.)

Now the physical effects are mostly gone, but the truths that came out in the conversation are out -- no way to retract them, even if I wanted to, which I don't. And I have to look at them again.