Hmm. Well, if there's one thing to be even remotely thankful about this place then it's not having to regularly drink out with co-workers. Dealing with them at work is enough, dealing with them while drunk is like dealing with a bunch of annoying twelve-year-old brats. The Professor.
I'm feeling nostalgic, aren't I? Damn it, it's too quiet when they're not fucking like bunnies next door.
A drink sounds about good now.
What the hell is there to do on a Friday night here?
Maybe I'll plan assignments. Yes. Why the hell am I typing this?
Takahashi, you better be reading the books from the list I gave you the other day!
[ooc; :D Misaki-mun, just assume Hiroki handed you something to read :D A long list. Of thick and difficult books :D :D :D :D :D You know he's not getting smutted :D]