Waking at four a.m. yesterday morning because the sound of crashing dishes in her dream was so loud that it made Francine sit straight up in bed and reflexively mumble sorry sorry sorry before she was fully aware of her surroundings... might not have been a precognitive sign that she was going to need to bribe the kitchen staff to stop glaring at ( Read more... )

As the sun started to set, the lights officially came on at the new community center! The building was now complete, its walls gleaming and solid in the waning light. As people began to arrive, they would notice decorations lining the tiled and bright corridors, leading them towards the large auditorium where the dance was being held ( Read more... )

Katchoo had dodged three mariachi bands on her way to work, not being in the mood to deal with any of them. She wished Clocky hadn't stayed home today, or she'd have sicced the damn thing on them just for the fleeting visceral satisfaction. Her feelings about the last few days were considerably mixed, and the ingredients in that mix were dubious ( Read more... )

It was the Monday after graduation, and Arthur's nerves were hitting an all-time high ( Read more... )

No random horses today; that was . . . nice, and yet at the same time made the walk from the dorms to the store seem a lot longer. Relatively, of course -- it wasn't as if the walk had been all that long to begin with, but geez ( Read more... )

Second to last work shift as a non-graduated student? Yeah, that had occurred to Katchoo. That could've sent her into an impressive brooding morass for the entire day, but then the horse had, well, happened. That had granted her a mood upgrade from Morass of Melancholy to Pond of Pessimism ( Read more... )

The weather was great--- and no other random horses showed up on the way there for Dinah, at least. There was a grill for burgers and brats and some skewers of meat, a big cooler full of drinks, and a couple bags of chips. Plus a cake. Big cake.

Time to get ready for Karla's (mostly!) Sweet Sixteen Surprise Party.

[OCD up!]

The amount of paperwork she had to fill out for these last-minute applications made Katchoo wish she'd kept on never bothering in the first place, but she'd agreed and wasn't backing out now.

It was, at least, a way to pass her day, but one that guaranteed a lot of smoke breaks; there was far too much staying between the lines and fitting things ( Read more... )

Seriously. Seriously, how had it gotten to be finals week already? It was a very good question, a pressing one even ( Read more... )

With no raincloud overhead today to worry about Katchoo was sitting out on the steps again, still without an umbrella, now free of water dripping steadily into her eyes and down her back and into her shoes and other places you don't need to know about ( Read more... )