In theory, Peter had schoolwork to do. In actuality, Peter was responding to e-mails from people back home.

( To Mary Jane )

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It was mornings like this where Peter wished he had his webshooters. He could just shoot a web at his laptop, pull it over, and not move from his bed. Sadly, he had to actually roll out of bed if he wanted to send some e-mails out.

( To Mary Jane )

Sunday morning. A time for sleeping in, boredom, and writing to people in New York.

( To Mary Jane )

After crawling up from Rory's room, Peter started up his computer, uploaded that picture from last night, opened up Photoshop, and ate the donut he took from downstairs.

He wasn't really in the mood for doing graphics at the moment, though. So he made like a lemming wrote an e-mail.

( To Mary Jane )