Strokes of Genius: Thursday, 3/31
If anybody wanted Cally today, they'd find her (after a late arrival due to today's combined Ethics/Sexuality class) collapsed over the counter, fast asleep, with a similarly slumbering Saint Bernard on the floor at her feet.
And a smiling sunbeam drawn on her cheek in green magic marker.
Could be worse; at least the gremlins weren't feeling peckish today -- or they considered her too easy a target.
[Open. The OCD is asleep.]
And a smiling sunbeam drawn on her cheek in green magic marker.
Could be worse; at least the gremlins weren't feeling peckish today -- or they considered her too easy a target.
[Open. The OCD is asleep.]