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therewaslife) wrote2011-01-03 12:33 pm
therewaslife) wrote2011-01-03 12:33 pm
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Room 502 | Afternoon | Monday | January 3
Bod hadn't done much of anything at the picnic yesterday. He figured it was warranted considering the previous day had been emotional and trying but he still hated the missed opportunity of meeting people.
With his first class of the week completed, he'd come back to his room and left the door open to both listen to the noises from the hall and not make it so quiet in his room. Previously, the quiet wouldn't have bothered him but he found it was easier and easier to think of things that made him upset if it was too quiet. There were a lot of things on his mind and a lot of things weighing on his shoulders.
He was trying to think of good thing, of productive things. His mind was going over his first class and the thrill of being driven and driving. He recalled his first day of work and some promises he'd made about getting more involved.
So, the door was open and the window was too, allowing some cool but fresh air into the room. Bod was stacking books on his desk, rearranging them into one order before deciding he didn't like that order and rearranging them again.
Mostly, it was idle work meant to keep him busy.
[Door and post are open]
With his first class of the week completed, he'd come back to his room and left the door open to both listen to the noises from the hall and not make it so quiet in his room. Previously, the quiet wouldn't have bothered him but he found it was easier and easier to think of things that made him upset if it was too quiet. There were a lot of things on his mind and a lot of things weighing on his shoulders.
He was trying to think of good thing, of productive things. His mind was going over his first class and the thrill of being driven and driving. He recalled his first day of work and some promises he'd made about getting more involved.
So, the door was open and the window was too, allowing some cool but fresh air into the room. Bod was stacking books on his desk, rearranging them into one order before deciding he didn't like that order and rearranging them again.
Mostly, it was idle work meant to keep him busy.
[Door and post are open]