I've returned, from my unexpected disappearance of a few weeks. Reasons for disappearance include emo, chemistry and puppies. JD will likely still be slow as I ease back into it, but he's around again at least.

I'm back from work and, as soon as my lovely roomie finishes my icon, Paul Revere will be joining AU weekend, running around announcing random events ( Read more... )

JD woke up and blinked against an unspeakably blinding light. After several minutes, he finally identified the source of unbearable illumination as the sun.

"The hell..."

JD sat up, flinched in pain, and immediately lay back down in bed, pulling the cover over his head.

"Damn gummi bears."

((Open.))

JD's coming back to Fandom this semester. Life ate my brain, I tried to eat life. One of us won.

( Where has JD been? )

Now have strep throat, which I've had all week. Should be feeling better (thanks to the magic of fungi!) by Saturday, but then my brother will be in town. Expect me back Sunday night.

Sorry. Bad player. No biscuit.

Work has been evil, tests next week, housesitting this weekend.

Yeah, life is kicking back hard right now. New job starts next week, so I'll have my Tuesday and Thursday evenings back. And, hopefully, will be returning with abandon. To smartestone, I'll see what I can do about finding some time for our scene though. Cause you're all special.

JD was laying on his bed in his room, staring at his roomate's excessive foliage and obviously daydreaming. He'd made a call and now was dreaming of the phone ringing and impressing the caller with talk of philosophy and archaic poetry ( Read more... )

That's it. I give up, for at least the rest of the week. I'm still not better and, after dealing with work all day, it's possible I am doing worse. At the very least I'm getting an immunological backlash to not taking the rest I need. Add in school, stress, car accident, and sundry stuff, I can't keep up this week. So, with the exception of a few ( Read more... )

JD is laying in his bed, wrapped up in a scarf, a sweatshirt, sweatpants and a hat with a pompom on top. He is drinking tea and looking miserable, coughing from time to time and accumulating a very impressive pile of tissues next to his bed.

((OOC: Player isn't as sick, but is still not well. Should be back in the swing of things tomorrow - please ( Read more... )

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