Mar 31, 2008 07:27
When Annette finally got to work, she was more or less in a zone. Her head hurt because she had had to work gum out of her hair. Her feet and fingernails had been scrubbed hard with polish remover. She was just... lethargic almost. She had to tackle her room later and she was just... buh about that whole mess.
She sat curled up in a chair behind the counter and tried hard not to close her eyes and drift off to sleep. She did have this distinct feeling she had all kinds of fun and that made her smile just a little bit. Annette decided to think more about it later. Right now? Maybe a tiny catnap was in order.
The post office is open.
post office,
annette hargrove