Feb 19, 2007 21:57
Two words: sugar hangover. That was Thursday's physical state was in as she unlocked her office. She had a mocha in one hand, book and keys in the other. Friday, thankfully, had forgiven her for the weekend's events and seemed quite amused at the whole ordeal. He was now with the babysitter and, unbeknownst to his mother, a little disappointed that all of his new playmates had disappeared.
Thursday left the door open as she approached her desk, set down her things and dropped into her chair. She probably wasn't going to get any work done today, not between her headache and her preoccupation with other things, but there was no harm in trying.
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