The police station, Wednesday 8/1/07
Dean had watched the news last night.
Dean had made it a point to be on duty in the station this morning.
Dean was now drumming on the desk with two pencils and singing Turn the Page at a remarkably reasonable volume while he waited patiently for the poor, poor soul occupying the cells to wake up.
This was going to be fun.
[Dean's mannin' the station today. We should possibly all live in fear. . . . SP until after about 5 pm EST thanks to training. Ugh.]
Dean had made it a point to be on duty in the station this morning.
Dean was now drumming on the desk with two pencils and singing Turn the Page at a remarkably reasonable volume while he waited patiently for the poor, poor soul occupying the cells to wake up.
This was going to be fun.
[Dean's mannin' the station today. We should possibly all live in fear. . . . SP until after about 5 pm EST thanks to training. Ugh.]