Back to Diane, she discovers she probably has herpes. This is not the end of the world. It makes her the third girl I've known with this (that has told me) and the second I've still wanted to bang. But it puts a damper on things, and makes me want Artemisia even more. I do my best to raise her morale, and we read webMD together a bit.

What's raises your morale more? A doctor's appointment that mitigates the problems of your transplant, or a night out with someone fun who takes your mind completely off your liver?