Room 213 [from afternoon onwards]
After classes, Rory stumbled back to her room, took a quick shower, dressed in sweatpants and a Harvard sweatshirt, piled her hair on her head and secured it with a pencil, and started mainlining coffee again.
This would be day two of not sleeping in favor of studying. She tried to remember when she had last eaten, and couldn't recall.
She pushed the thought aside, and went back to her History of Art notes.
After that, she revised her Jung paper yet again.
And went over her Paleo work. Again.
So the afternoon wore on, and Rory began to once again forget everything except her work and the precious caffeinated nectar that was kept aplenty.
[Rory being a freak = yay broadcasty. Anakin = NOES BAD FOR BROADCASTY
...I might be a little sleep-deprived.]
This would be day two of not sleeping in favor of studying. She tried to remember when she had last eaten, and couldn't recall.
She pushed the thought aside, and went back to her History of Art notes.
After that, she revised her Jung paper yet again.
And went over her Paleo work. Again.
So the afternoon wore on, and Rory began to once again forget everything except her work and the precious caffeinated nectar that was kept aplenty.
[Rory being a freak = yay broadcasty. Anakin = NOES BAD FOR BROADCASTY
...I might be a little sleep-deprived.]