This poor, poor, twisted, tortured sinnamon roll...

Just Now
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Me: Hey Ale! Break a leg tonight :3
Me: Just think: This is the last show
Ale: Thanks. That's all I've been telling myself since last night.
Me: Y?
Ale: *sends a picture of himself with his hair gelled and curled up*
Me: Hair and make-up's coming along, so wtm
Ale: ...
Ale: I only have gel in my hair.
Ale: I'm not wearing any make-up. That's not black make-up, those are actual bags under my eyes. That's not while foundation, I'm actually really pale and don't feel well.
Ale: Scratch that- HAVEN'T felt well for the past week
Me: Oh no
Ale: THE HANGOVER FEELING CAME BACK THIS MORNING!!
Ale: IM RUNNING ON MUCINEX, TYLENOL, DAYQUIL, AND ZYRTEC RN!!
Me: Oh my God!
Ale: I FEEL LIKE UTTER FUCKING SHIT AND THIS MAKE-UP IS KILLING ME AND MY EYES ARE WATERING LIKE HELL AND I DONT WANT TO BE HERE RN I JUST WANNA SLEEP SO BADLY BUT YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY 'THE SHOW MUST FUCKING GO ON'
Ale: That last text was my brother stealing my phone, but he summed up my feelings pretty well
Me: Are you both sick?!
Ale: Sicker than a pound dog.
Me: Oh boi...
Me: Hope you feel better tho
Ale: Yeah
Ale: Luckily I don't have many lines or songs to sing in
Me: True
Ale: Oh, gtg. Mrs. * wants a meeting.
Me: Kay. Tty tomorrow.
Ale: Tbh, don't bother. I'm probably gonna sleep through the day.
Me: Kay den, see ya Monday.
Ale: I hope
Ale: If my illness don't kill me!!! :D