Room 222, Tuesday Afternoon
Jackson was not in the mood for lacrosse today. He was pretty late getting back into town in the first place, and he was just... not in the mood. He figured he'd just hit the gym on his own a little later and try to clear his head. Not that he thought that was going to work. There'd been a thing with Lydia coming over this morning to invite him to her birthday party. He'd told her she really didn't want him there, but it was almost as if she hadn't even heard him. She'd just told him she'd see him there.
He really didn't know what to do with that.
He sat down at his desk to send a quick email to the lacrosse club about the cancellation. After sending it, he just sat there for a moment, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He had no idea what was going on anymore.
[ooc: Open post/door, this was supposed to go up hours ago but I am failing all over the place today.]
He really didn't know what to do with that.
He sat down at his desk to send a quick email to the lacrosse club about the cancellation. After sending it, he just sat there for a moment, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He had no idea what was going on anymore.
[ooc: Open post/door, this was supposed to go up hours ago but I am failing all over the place today.]