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pursuedthestars) wrote2013-08-03 07:55 pm
pursuedthestars) wrote2013-08-03 07:55 pm
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Room 222 | Saturday Evening
It was gonna be a quiet night. Jim had thought about going out but he'd been hit by a random case of melancholy that afternoon that had stretched into the evening. He knew why, he could definitely pinpoint the reason, but he was ignoring said reason and going on with his night as best he could.
Sure, he wasn't going to go out but he wasn't going to turn off the lights and hibernate either. He'd gotten some food, he'd turned on some music, he'd messed around with his phone and he'd ended up sitting at his desk, idly paging through a book.
Introspection wasn't something he did often and he didn't really like when it hit him. It meant admitting that sometimes things bothered him, that sometimes he missed people and that maybe everything wasn't always absolutely fantastic.
Whatever. He had food. He'd eat dinner, find something to drink and repress.
[Open door and post]
Sure, he wasn't going to go out but he wasn't going to turn off the lights and hibernate either. He'd gotten some food, he'd turned on some music, he'd messed around with his phone and he'd ended up sitting at his desk, idly paging through a book.
Introspection wasn't something he did often and he didn't really like when it hit him. It meant admitting that sometimes things bothered him, that sometimes he missed people and that maybe everything wasn't always absolutely fantastic.
Whatever. He had food. He'd eat dinner, find something to drink and repress.
[Open door and post]