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Room 504, Sunday Morning
Aug. 22nd, 2010 09:54 amIno was busy.
If you could call having cranked the music up with her door wide open and cross-legged on her bed reading busy.
(Ino was also inconsiderate of her neighbours and their sleeping in habits, yes.)
And reading was busy even if it was simply the same information she was pouring over in an attempt to glean new details from (so far: not working) and giving her something to look at while she struggled to come up with something to say to the e-mail she'd gotten on Tuesday. She needed to answer it, but it made her feel like crying, so she wasn't. Happy thoughts only. At least for the moment.
One thing, she thought with a sigh. All she wanted was one thing that was simple.
... she could go get a hot chocolate. That was about as simple as it got. Hmmm.
[Oooopen door and post.]
If you could call having cranked the music up with her door wide open and cross-legged on her bed reading busy.
(Ino was also inconsiderate of her neighbours and their sleeping in habits, yes.)
And reading was busy even if it was simply the same information she was pouring over in an attempt to glean new details from (so far: not working) and giving her something to look at while she struggled to come up with something to say to the e-mail she'd gotten on Tuesday. She needed to answer it, but it made her feel like crying, so she wasn't. Happy thoughts only. At least for the moment.
One thing, she thought with a sigh. All she wanted was one thing that was simple.
... she could go get a hot chocolate. That was about as simple as it got. Hmmm.
[Oooopen door and post.]
