Mmmmn.

I am so not looking forward to spending hours on my feet in class today 'cause damn, I'm sore in places I didn't even remember I had places.

Garth was great in bed. Like, stuff-of-legends great. Wonder what that whole 'I am single woe is me' shit is about, I'd figure if he wanted somebody he'd have somebody.

Long hot bath is in order.

...is really not all that much to write home about. A tiny studio populated with second-hand furniture, though it's fairly neat and tidy. "See?" he says, turning to Gareth. "Not much at all." A shrug, a grin.

Dale is up late- he is in the process of digging up boxes here and there- putting things into them.

...is a smallish studio. A lot of the furniture looks a bit worn, but the TV is brand spanking new. It's also nice and neat.

"So... here's the lovely and attractive apartment," Dale says to Drew, with a bit of a smirk. He knows it isn't much.

( What a swell party this is (meme) )

This morning is housecleaning-morning. Dale's got a sarong on and he's singing at the top of his lungs as he mops, vacuums... just everyday cleaning stuff, nothing big. He sounds like he's in a good mood, though.

On second thought, I spend way the hell too much time running myself down.

Fuck that shit.

I seem to have become a paperclip.

back, forth, back, forth, back, forth. And the metal's starting to get hot to the touch.

( And it's kinda long. )

Dale stays in after doing laundry. After all- Chip and he were gonna watch a movie. Dale's flopped out on the couch in a bathrobe, folding clothes.