Room 506, Wednesday night
Ringo had had that weird feeling in the back of her head since Tuesday. You know, the one where you are sure you're forgetting something important that you really should have written down or something. The one where you know it's not going to be all that terrible if you never remember, but where when you do you'll be facepalming about how you could have possibly forgotten.
It wasn't exactly unpleasant, but considering how simple Ringo's routines usually were, it wasn't exactly a super-familiar feeling, either. Which meant that after dinner, Ringo had just sort of felt tired. Not the comfortable stretched muscle feeling of a good workout, but the vaguely fuzzy-brained feeling of a day doing too much hard thinking. So she took a bath to relax a bit, then decided to get to bed early.
She was slipping into sleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, and it wasn't long before she drifted into dreams.
[ooc: Expecting one. Up early for great SP justice. That Ringo went to bed early isn't secret, but comments are NFB due to being dreams.]
It wasn't exactly unpleasant, but considering how simple Ringo's routines usually were, it wasn't exactly a super-familiar feeling, either. Which meant that after dinner, Ringo had just sort of felt tired. Not the comfortable stretched muscle feeling of a good workout, but the vaguely fuzzy-brained feeling of a day doing too much hard thinking. So she took a bath to relax a bit, then decided to get to bed early.
She was slipping into sleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, and it wasn't long before she drifted into dreams.
[ooc: Expecting one. Up early for great SP justice. That Ringo went to bed early isn't secret, but comments are NFB due to being dreams.]