Dec 28, 2007 14:40
Lana'd been out walking till the wee hours of the morning, hoping to tire herself out enough to sleep. It had worked a bit, she'd fallen asleep on the couch for a few hours when she got home. She'd walked again this morning, but Milieux was a small town and during the day people tended to give you odd looks after you'd passed them for the fourth or fifth time.
So she'd grabbed her gardening stuff and was out messing with the flower beds. Not that they needed to be messed with, but she felt slightly better with her hands in the earth doing something.
[For someone in particular.]
dean winchester,
lana lang-luthor,
not moping,
the house,
#42 blueberry hill