[email to Zoey]

Um. You OK? Haven't seen you.

It wasn't that bad really. Stupid supermarket tabloid. Everyone thinks it's manipped anyway.

I'm at my desk. If you want to get lunch, or something.

We can go to the Mess.

-Jake

[/email]

OK. So the Boss informs me I'm apparently running the Deep Throat pool, now that he's gotten over the shock of realizing I wasn't even alive for any of that. Apparently that's why I was handed this task; lucky me ( Read more... )

And I thought Election Day was bad?

Zoey, can I come hide in your office if he gets any worse? And he will get worse, I know that.

I'm afraid to walk by Toby's office. If Josh is this keyed up, I don't want to know how bad Toby's going to be.

Twelve more hours, and then the fun /really/ begins.

I just watched Josh chug half a bottle of Dayquil.

I'm not really quite sure if that was a good idea.

Anyone have echinacea, or zinc, or Vitamin C? I'm suddenly feeling the urge to pump up my immune system. Couldn't imagine why.

Josh, I'm hiding the rest of the cold meds.

While Josh is in one of his endless meetings, Jake quietly leaves a package, carefully wrapped by some lady he paid in the mall, on the desk. It contains this ornament and a note:

Josh ( Read more... )

[email to Mallory ( Read more... )

[email from Jake's home email to Zoey's home email]

Zoey --

I figured, but I'll be discreet. Thanks for the heads up, though. At least I understand why everyone's so worried.

But as far as I know, our conversation never happened. Which is a pity, because outside of the serious stuff it was pretty fun.

-Jake

[/email]

So just agreed with my family that I'll go home this year for Christmas, but that means I'll be here over Thanksgiving. Alone, again ( Read more... )

Playing catchup ( Read more... )

I will never look at Election Day the same way again ( Read more... )