Mar 25, 2005 03:50
Kenny pulls out his laptop, blinking furiously, and begins to type as soon as the journal client has loaded up.
Yeah, so this is pretty much the worst thing that's ever happened to me. I say this with clarity and conviction that can only come from two packs of cigarettes in a couple of hours. Mikey's trying to help. But he's optimistic and that's not what I want at the moment.
Kenny closes his laptop with a snap and slides it under his bed, laying down with his arms crossed over his chest.