Room 330- Saturday afternoon
This morning, when Annie had woken up too early and not been able to go back to sleep, she'd packed up a few things she knew she wouldn't be using in the next couple weeks, planning on shipping a box or two back home on her way to work on Monday. This had made her sad.
So she was studying as therapy. Don't judge. What was your therapy? Video games? Junk food? Shopping? At least her vice was productive, so you could all just suck it, judgers.
Sadly, those were actual thoughts in her head when she realized that people might judge her for studying as therapy. She had online classes to cram for, and even if her classes weren't exactly the math and English kinds, she had tons of notes for them anyway. The way she figured, it should keep her busy for a while.
And if it didn't, she'd read all her notes again, and you could just continue your not judging, thank you.
[Open door, open post!]
So she was studying as therapy. Don't judge. What was your therapy? Video games? Junk food? Shopping? At least her vice was productive, so you could all just suck it, judgers.
Sadly, those were actual thoughts in her head when she realized that people might judge her for studying as therapy. She had online classes to cram for, and even if her classes weren't exactly the math and English kinds, she had tons of notes for them anyway. The way she figured, it should keep her busy for a while.
And if it didn't, she'd read all her notes again, and you could just continue your not judging, thank you.
[Open door, open post!]