Spotted this article while reading through today's paper - which someone happened to leave behind after eating lunch at my usual table in the cafeteria.

Sure, it's Woodrow Wilson University, but Wilson University for short. It's not that The University of Pennsylvania looks bad on a degree, but Wilson University would look even better ( Read more... )

Title: No Laughing Matter
Rating: G
A/N: Inspired by two photos seen here and here.

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Wilson hated his room ( Read more... )

The cuff-links catch the light shining in from the window and he's surprised at how even his breathing is. He isn't nervous. Maybe he should be. That's what scares-not scares him... well, actually, yes. It scares him ( Read more... )

You're tired at work ( Read more... )

The wind is tearing past him, howling in his ears and stinging his cheeks. He keeps his eyes open as wide as he can regardless. Part of him is too afraid to blink. His pulse is throbbing and he can feel his heart banging in his head, palpitating so violently that he can sense it in his fingers and in his throat. His foot shuffles foward hesitantly ( Read more... )

Wilson coughed a little and grimaced. He knew he should've been in the dining room by now, according to when he'd told the Doctor they'd meet for lunch. It was certainly around lunch time now, he was sure. It wasn't that bad, he told himself, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and gripping onto the counter with his other hand. It'd go away ( Read more... )

Please, don't tell Lisa I told you...I don't know if she wants you to know. She and House are sort of... I don't know, but I know she's kind of in love with him...Wilson wasn't very aware of himself as he walked up the stairs and fled back into his room. His towel dropped to the floor once he was in the bathroom and he found himself leaning against ( Read more... )

After a good fifteen minutes and a large amount of shaving cream, Wilson felt a bit more like himself. He'd cut himself a few times, but nothing serious. House had been right to stop him. Eating helped to still his shaky hands. Once he'd showered, eaten, and shaved he wanted nothing more than to escape the room he'd been in for so long ( Read more... )

She never said anything about it to me. I mean, not really. We didn't talk about it. I sort of just assumed that she understood. And she did, to a point. She never asked me not to go. I never really considered just how much it bothered her until after the fact ( Read more... )