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therewaslife) wrote2011-01-08 02:20 pm
therewaslife) wrote2011-01-08 02:20 pm
Room 502 | Afternoon | Saturday | January 8
It had taken Bod a lot longer than he wanted to admit that the messages left on his phone yesterday were obviously not for him. Thankfully. The last one he'd received had been the one that had turned his cheeks red and made him want to get rid of phones entirely. He hadn't had any of those problems back in the graveyard so he could see why technology wasn't always the boon it was made out to be.
Today, his mobile phone was shut off and he was ignoring the room phone. He'd pulled his desk chair up near the window and had found a comfortable position of feet on the window ledge and book in his lap. It was a chilly day but Bod didn't really mind. It was refreshing and woke up his sluggish mind (it'd been that way a lot lately).
All in all, he'd had worse days.
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Today, his mobile phone was shut off and he was ignoring the room phone. He'd pulled his desk chair up near the window and had found a comfortable position of feet on the window ledge and book in his lap. It was a chilly day but Bod didn't really mind. It was refreshing and woke up his sluggish mind (it'd been that way a lot lately).
All in all, he'd had worse days.
[Door and post are open, sure sure]