Sarah hadn't bothered getting out of her pajamas today. She'd received her flowers, snorted at the attached note, put them in a vase in the living room, and then made herself at home on her couch, where she intended to stay the entire day - so far, very successfully ( Read more... )

It had been decided Sarah wasn't going to the picnic. By Sarah. Because she felt she got the best quality decisions when she made them all by herself. New kids could just as well meet her during office hours next week. She wasn't portaling back and forth for that. Or the free food, even ( Read more... )

Sigh. Guess this retreat thing wasn't one hundred percent proof bollocks.

Alex had caused a small forest fire. That had been moderately amusing. And yeah, yeah, whatever, maybe there was some comfort to be derived from being around Jenny for an extended period of time after so long ( Read more... )

A weird thing was happening at MCA's apartment number five tonight: Sarah was actually in a decent mood.

There were two main reasons. One, she'd gotten around to boosting the AC in her flat to a level that meant she had very little interest in going outside at all. (Sorry, students. She knew you were absolutely heartbroken.) Two, she'd gotten ( Read more... )

Ugh.

Sarah had been away for a while, back in London. For reasons. Nothing very good, though nothing very horrible, either. She'd ducked out this morning, though. It would've been otherwise fine to spend her birthday in dear old London, except her parents had threatened to pay her a visit, and she just wasn't feeling up to her old favourite game ( Read more... )