Office 19, Tuesday
Bob was snoring softly on the end of Glinda's desk, where "he" lay in a plastic ball. Next to him, a plate of chocolate chip peanut butter cookies sat, waiting.
Glinda was busy drinking tea and wondering why the hell she'd been asleep this entire weekend. Now she had two topics to cover on Friday...
"Maybe we can just skip the writing music one," she mumbled, her eyes going back and forth between the syllabus and her desk calendar, "but then should I still do performances as the final class?"
Decisions, decisions. Office 19 is open for all your Glinda needs.
[Expecting the bald one for a hamster play date, but open to anyone!]
Glinda was busy drinking tea and wondering why the hell she'd been asleep this entire weekend. Now she had two topics to cover on Friday...
"Maybe we can just skip the writing music one," she mumbled, her eyes going back and forth between the syllabus and her desk calendar, "but then should I still do performances as the final class?"
Decisions, decisions. Office 19 is open for all your Glinda needs.
[Expecting the bald one for a hamster play date, but open to anyone!]