The past week has been...stressful. Donna's not sure if she wants to really think too hard about any of it, but she's pacing her take-a-break apartment with her pinpoint and a half-empty glass of red wine, talking to her father's publisher. She's not especially interested in discussing the release of his books in special editions -- a decision made ( Read more... )

In the lobby of the building, Hips is draping tinsel over a fully decorated Christmas tree. A tree that brushes the ceiling, and takes up an entire corner of the foyer. A tree that is definitely twinkling. A tree that has fake presents underneath. (She's not leaving real presents in the lobby. Pfft, no way ( Read more... )

IRC Log: Donna, John, and Ellie talk about...everything ever.

Donna Sheppard-Crane is pinpointing back and forth between her old apartment in Chicago and this new one in London, moving in furniture and boxes. The apartments are about the same size and not shaped wildly differently, so creative pinpointing and some shoving gets things more or less where she wants them fairly easily ( Read more... )

Donna pockets her pinpoint, Robert babbling happily on her hip in her fancy-schmancy Ergo Baby Carrier. She remains fairly smug about the fact he's more likely to chatter incoherently (though there are words sometimes! Real words!) at her than anyone else. Quiet baby most of the time, like his papa ( Read more... )