Dec 17, 2011 00:15
[phone, morning]
If they aren't back by the end of the month, I'll eat my poker. What trollop.
And please, if you're wrought with utter despair and you absolutely must subject the rest of us to incessant blather about how wonderful Disappeared Whom and Whom was and how unworthy you are to still exist, etc., ad nauseam, try to space it out evenly so the migraines don't all set in at once. Write up a schedule if you must.
[action, house]
[Susan, despite herself, is looking positively disgruntled. Slugger and Luke? Luke was an impressionable child; she could understand, but she would have expected Slugger not to fall for such a ridiculously contrived scenario.]
And I see we've got more pod-people to deal with now. Lovely.
[action, town]
[Susan can be found downtown, doing what seems to be.... Christmas shopping? This is a bit of a surprise. But if everyone she knows is so self-sacrificing (stupid) as to voluntarily participate in the town's latest load of garbage, she can take the time when they're absent to do something nice for them, she supposes.
...She still looks terribly out of sorts, though.]