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pursuedthestars) wrote2013-11-26 09:09 am
pursuedthestars) wrote2013-11-26 09:09 am
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Room 222 | Tuesday Afternoon
Jim hadn't even realized Thanksgiving was this week until he'd looked at a calendar. The realization didn't really change anything, though. He wasn't going to go home (Thanksgiving with his stepfather? No thank you) and he wasn't planning on cooking any big meal as seemed to be tradition.
He'd probably go to the mainland or something, find a restaurant that was open, eat there, and then come home and watch football or something else mindless. It sounded kind of sad when he thought about it but he also didn't care at the moment. He'd celebrate any way he wanted to celebrate.
With no classes today, Jim had his earbuds in and his music loud. He was thumbing through a magazine while he stretched out on his bed. Getting up to be productive just wasn't alluring right now. Maybe later. In a few hours.
Awhile.
[Door and post are open. Mmm, sort of method RP though I'm playing Minecraft, not reading a magazine.]
He'd probably go to the mainland or something, find a restaurant that was open, eat there, and then come home and watch football or something else mindless. It sounded kind of sad when he thought about it but he also didn't care at the moment. He'd celebrate any way he wanted to celebrate.
With no classes today, Jim had his earbuds in and his music loud. He was thumbing through a magazine while he stretched out on his bed. Getting up to be productive just wasn't alluring right now. Maybe later. In a few hours.
Awhile.
[Door and post are open. Mmm, sort of method RP though I'm playing Minecraft, not reading a magazine.]