9 Blueprints - Action
[Ted's in the kitchen this morning, drinking some coffee. With the bags under his eyes, his hair a bit messier than usual, and his obvious slouching, he looks miserable. Feels it, too. Ever since last week, sleeping has been hell. None of his nights had been restful, and most of them ended with him waking in a cold sweat-- and often before the sun rose, as well.
A yawn breaks out of him before he takes another sip of coffee. It's hardly doing anything to energize him. All this lack of sleep is giving him a hell of a headache, too. With a moan, he doubles over, practically faceplanting into the table.
The journal's open nearby, but he's far too miserable to care.]
A yawn breaks out of him before he takes another sip of coffee. It's hardly doing anything to energize him. All this lack of sleep is giving him a hell of a headache, too. With a moan, he doubles over, practically faceplanting into the table.
The journal's open nearby, but he's far too miserable to care.]