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dollpocalypse) wrote2011-09-23 08:37 am
dollpocalypse) wrote2011-09-23 08:37 am
Room 307, Friday Morning
Topher, ladies and gentlemen, was not having a great morning.
His morning (or afternoon, really) started out with a loud groan of protest against just about everything. Then, before his eyes could even open but just as the events of last night started to come back to him, he shrieked.
And then his ankle throbbed and he shrieked again.
Ohhhh, god. Oh god oh god oh god. Today was THE WORST EVER. He thought about getting up and taking something to get rid of that horrible headache of his, not to mention the severe ankle pain, but... didn't. He just rolled over onto his stomach and whimpered quietly into the pillow.
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His morning (or afternoon, really) started out with a loud groan of protest against just about everything. Then, before his eyes could even open but just as the events of last night started to come back to him, he shrieked.
And then his ankle throbbed and he shrieked again.
Ohhhh, god. Oh god oh god oh god. Today was THE WORST EVER. He thought about getting up and taking something to get rid of that horrible headache of his, not to mention the severe ankle pain, but... didn't. He just rolled over onto his stomach and whimpered quietly into the pillow.
[[Post is as open as open can be! Door is closed but unlocked.]]