Jan 07, 2007 15:49
Kris has been around, if not too social. He's presently outdoors by the lake. It's better than sitting, staring at an invisible door. He's begun to think the place is never going to allow him to leave, and he's not sure which is the worse possibility, stay or go.
He's trying to occupy himself. Or run himself into fatigue that'll let him stop thinking, for a while. Books and music have been helpful, but sometimes you just need to do rather than read.
Interruptions welcome.
makita,
kris of valdemar