And so it flies...

May 15, 2008 01:44

I do not know how, but when I woke up, I found myself on the floor... with a migraine. It feels like I slammed my head into the desk numerous times. The piles of papers all over the room - some of which seemed to have cushioned my fall - hint that I have somehow overworked myself. I cannot even recall anything of the sort.

Hm. And now I'm actually using this journal right as I got up, when I've got better things to do. It was strange enough to merit an entry about, I suppose... Not that I will post it... I don't understand why they are so into this nowadays... ah, one time won't hurt.

How long has it been since I've had a decent conversation? A long time. Come to think of it, all I can remember is walking through the corridors to get to the library and ...

... have I even left the room lately? That feels like ages ago. Why am I thinking like this? Of course you're fine, Black Jack. Of course you're...

... there's a broken coffee cup next to where I woke up - how did I miss that...? That stain... it doesn't look like cof...Books - papers - bullets - locket - beach - blood - body - bomb - death

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[OOC: ... I sure hope Black Jack just had too much coffee. All this relentless obsessive work with whatever-it-is must be driving him crazy-- ... uh-oh.

Oh, yeah. He managed to accidentally press 'post', so... oopsie. Assume that he is now passed out on his desk. ... maybe. Good accidental aim you've got there... So he prooobably won't be replying to anything...]
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