May 13, 2009 07:32
This was officially no longer funny. Not that it was funny in the first place, mind you. Two nights of restless sleep was bad enough but three now?
And he didn't know why or what was causing it either. Though... he did have an idea, but didn't like it. He was going to firmly believe that, no, it wasn't chunks of his repressed past trying to come out. Cuz that would be ... suck. Not to mention bad.
Ugh! A rock went flying from where he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, just where the park butted against the forest. He rubbed a hand across his tired face, knowing he had to look pretty bad right about now.
Hence the sunglasses. They at least would hide those bags under his eyes.
Didn't do much to improve his mood, though.
(open, particulary to any that might be up at ungodly early hours and don't mind a moody Murdock. and he ain't likely to tell you what's up either.)
ana lucia cortez,
park,
hm murdock