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Room 307, Thursday Morning
Aug. 23rd, 2012 09:30 amFact: In a universe with infinite distractions, there were totally things to do that didn't involve fretting over his okay-fine-it-was-okay-to-use-the-actual-word boyfriend's visit home to a universe which (at least upon last inspection) appeared to be one of the dangerous ones full of, like, evil robots and stuff, and focusing only on the worrying about said visit home meant passing up a world of opportunities of other stuff to pay attention to.
Second, more unfortunate fact: This had not stopped Topher so far.
Well, yes, okay, he was trying to read a book (Introduction to Clinical Neurology, on his tablet of course because who bought books anymore?), but the fretting was making that kind of a challenge. Just a bit. After a while, he just wound up lying on his bed, tablet placed firmly on top of his face, resigned and annoyed.
He really needed to invent a better distraction.
[[open door, open post.]]
Second, more unfortunate fact: This had not stopped Topher so far.
Well, yes, okay, he was trying to read a book (Introduction to Clinical Neurology, on his tablet of course because who bought books anymore?), but the fretting was making that kind of a challenge. Just a bit. After a while, he just wound up lying on his bed, tablet placed firmly on top of his face, resigned and annoyed.
He really needed to invent a better distraction.
[[open door, open post.]]
