Feb 15, 2006 19:31
Today has, quite possibly, been the worst day of John's life.
And, even though she only had some stuff in his room, it still feels empty. And he feels like hiding or crying or kicking things. There's a note on one of the counters that he can't read and John thinks it might me mission orders or something. He ignores it.
Instead, he feeds the sea monkeys, names them Bert, Ernie, Charlie, Clyde, Dickie, Rueben, Hector, Umberto, Bradford, Helga, Glenda, and Sally.
Now, he's lying on the couch, watching...something.
the ex boyfriend omg!,
aeryn be gone,
room 238