Strokes of Genius, Wednesday
In the war between not wanting to go to work and not wanting to be around the cabin, the latter won. Going to work wasn't a particularly appealing thought either, but Katchoo tried to compensate for that by stashing a bottle of Jack under the counter as soon as she arrived. Francine usually came by on Wednesdays with coffee and bagels or muffins or something starchy and breakfasty, but Katchoo wouldn't bet on that happening today, honestly.
At least she found Clocky, who'd been trapped behind a stack of boxes in the storeroom since last Thursday, poor little bastard.
[OOC: The OCD's gonna freefall out into nothing, gonna leave this world for a while. SPishness again today, yes, mostly in the afternoon but. Open if you don't mind that! Bear in mind Chewie's in a very bad volatile mood.]
At least she found Clocky, who'd been trapped behind a stack of boxes in the storeroom since last Thursday, poor little bastard.
[OOC: The OCD's gonna freefall out into nothing, gonna leave this world for a while. SPishness again today, yes, mostly in the afternoon but. Open if you don't mind that! Bear in mind Chewie's in a very bad volatile mood.]