43 Unicorn Drive, Thursday
"Ugh." The stomach-ache from eating who-knew-what from the melting freezer at Luke's had morphed into something like the flu, and there was just no way Kenzi was getting to class today. Damnit. And today was supposed to be the final, too. How was she going to give Josh Lyman a coronary if she wasn't there?
Nothing for it, though.
Hey Class,
Am sick, unwell, unable to show up. Go, fly, be free! Flee! Be well. Unlike me. Peace out. Choose your own adventure.
Going back to bed,
Kenzi
Kenzi settled herself into her bedroom with some ginger ale, the remote aimed through her bedroom door at the TV in the living room via a cunning set-up of mirrors, with Zenkie supervising.
[ooc: open for roomies, visitors, calls, etc.]
Nothing for it, though.
Hey Class,
Am sick, unwell, unable to show up. Go, fly, be free! Flee! Be well. Unlike me. Peace out. Choose your own adventure.
Going back to bed,
Kenzi
Kenzi settled herself into her bedroom with some ginger ale, the remote aimed through her bedroom door at the TV in the living room via a cunning set-up of mirrors, with Zenkie supervising.
[ooc: open for roomies, visitors, calls, etc.]